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PREFACE. 

In dedicating this little Book of Songs to the 
Miners of California, those hardy builders of Cali- 
fornia's prosperity and greatness, the author deems 
it his duty to offer a prefatory remark in regard 
to the origin of the work and the motive of its 
publication. 

Having been a miner himself for a number of 
years, he has had ample opportunities of observing, 
as he has equally shared, the many trials and hard- 
ships to which his brethren of the pick and shovel 
have been exposed, and to which in general they 
have so patiently, so cheerfully, and even heroic- 
ally submitted. Hence, ever suite the lima of 



IV PREFA«E. 

his crossing the Plains, in the memorable year of 
'50, he has been in the habit of noting down a few 
of the leading items of his experience, and clothing 
them in the garb of humorous, though not irrev- 
erent verse. 

Many of his songs may show some hard edges, 
and he is free to confess, that they may fail to 
please the more aristocratic portion of the commu- 
nity, who have but little sympathy with the details, 
hopes, trials or joys of the toiling miner's life ; but 
he is confident that the class he addresses will not 
find them exaggerated, nothing extenuated, nor 
aught set down " in malice." 

In conclusion, he would state, that after having 
sung them himself at various times and places, and 
latterly with the assistance of a few gentlemen, 
known by the name of. Sierra Nevada Rangers, 
the songs have been published at the request of 
a number of friends ; and if the author should 
thereby succeed iu contributing to the amusement 
of those he is anxious to please, enlivening the 
long tedious hours of a miner's winter fireside, his 
pains will not be unrewarded. 

San Francisco, Sept., 1865 



CONTENTS 



Page 
Preface, 3 

A Life by the Cabin Fire 9 

An Honest Miner 29 

Arrival of the Greenhorn 31 

Australia and the Amazon, 22 

Away Up on the Yuba, IS 

California as it Is and Was, 16 

California Bloomer, 34 

Coming Around the Horn 37 

Crossing the Plains 13 

Emigrant from Pike, 41 

Gold Lake, and Gold Bluff, 39 

Honest John and William Relief, .' 51 

Humbug Steamship Companies, 43 

Hunting after Gold 23 

Joaquin, the Horse-Thief, 26 

My Log Cabin Home, 43 

Prospecting Dream, 11 

Seeing the Elephant, 19 

Striking a Lead, 28 

The Fools of '45, 7 

The Gambler, 35 



VI CONTENT S — C ONCLL'DEB. 

Paije 

The Lousy Miner, 48 

The Miner's Lament, 40 

The National Miner, 49 

The Sonora Filibusters, 50 

When I went off to Prospect, 46 

Additiotuil Songs. 

An Oft-told Tale, ft 

Backbone, 64 

Gold— Parody, GO 

Good News from Home, 52 

Josh, John, 62 

Life among the Miners, 54 

Melting Accident, 53 

Miners Ups and Downs, Go 

OldZenas, 61 

Poker Jim, 56 

The Abandoned Claim, 55 



The Pool! 

iea all. 
When gold was found in ' people Baid 'twas 

And lumps 

i, and started off to 

their ships, came round the Ho 

■ 

Chorus: 
thought of v. .Id, 

nake a pile. 

The people all wore crar didn't know 

what to do. 
They sold their farms for to pay their 

passage t\.\ 
They l>:d their friends a long farewell ; said, "Dear 

■wife, dout you cry, 
I'll send you home the yellow lumps a piano for to 

buy." 

Then they thought, etc. 

The poor, the old and rotten scows, were advertised 

Irleans with passengers, but they must 
pump aud bail; 

hips were crowded more than full, and some 
hung on behind, 
And others dived off from the wharf, and swam till 
they were blind. 

Then they thought, etc. 



The Fools o/'-19, concluded. B 

With rusty pork and stinking beef, and rotten, 

wormy bread, 
And captains, too, that never were up as high as the 

main-mast head, 
The steerage passengers would rave and swear that 

they'd paid their passage, 
And wanted something more to eat besides Bologna 



Then they thought, etc. 

Then they began to cross the plains with oxen, hol- 
lowing "haw;" 

And steamers they began to run as far as Panama, 

And there for months the people staid that started 
after gold, 

And some returned disgusted with the lies that had 
been told. 

Then they thought, etc. 

The people died on every route, they sicken' d and 
died like sheep, 

And those at sea, before they were dead, were launch- 
ed into the deep ; 

And those that died while crossing the Plains fared 
not so well as that, 

For a hole was dug and they thrown in, along the 
miserable Platte. 

Then they thought, etc. 

The ships at last began to arrive, and the people 

began to inquire : 
" They say that flour is a dollar a pound, do you 

think it will be any higher ?" 
And then to carry their blankets and sleep out-doors, 

it seemed so droll, 
Both tired and mad, without a eent, they d d the 

lousy hole. 

Then they thought, etc. 



A Life by the Cabin Fire. 

Air — A life on the ocean toave. J 

A life by the cabin fire, 

A home in the northern mines, 
We'll make a pile and retire, 

Won't that be charming and fine? 
We'll roam the Sierra Nevadas 
'Till we kill the grizzly bear, 
And send the fur home to the ladies, 
For pantalets — how it will wear ! 
Chorus — A life by the cabin fire, 

A home in the northern mines ; 
We'll make a pile and retire, 

Won't that be charming and fine ? 

The city's no longer in view, 

The ground is beginning to rise ; 
If stories they told us arc true, 

How the lumps will dazzle our eyes ! 
We built us a cabin so fine, 

Got grub to last us a while, 
Commenced in the morning to mine, 

But at night fell short of a pile. 

A life by the cabin fire, etc 

We soon had a row in the camp, 

For no one was willing to cook, 
We kicked out a miserable scamp, 

We did it as neat as a book. 
The rest of us could'nt agree, 

On the manner of setting the torn ; 
'Twas just as I knew it would be 

Before we started from home. 

A life by the cabin fire, etc. 

The doctor would give us advice, 

And the lawyer woidd argue the point, 

But we couldn't get rid of our lice, 
Xo matter how often we'd oint. > 



A Life by the Cabin Fire, concluded. 

iO 

1%e clerk, .with his breeches worn out. 

Look'd more like a Panama ape, 
That you'd see on the Chagrcs route — 
What a change from needles and tape ! 
Chorus — A life by the cabin fire, 

A home in the northern mines, 
We'll make a pile and retire,. 
Won't that be charming and line ? 

We hung on a kettle of beans, — 

The diet we miners admire, — 
The last of our grub and our means, 

And they tipp'd o'er in the i.r . 
So then we divided the tools, 

And each took a different route, 
Concluded we'd acted like fools. 

But none of us died of the gout. 

A life by the cabin fire, etc. 

The doctor and lawyer combined, 

And agreed that the doctor should kill, 
And the lawyer should come on behind, 

And collect the exorbitant bill. 
The preacher could not make a pile 

At the gospel he came out to preach, 
He fiddled and gambled awhile, 

But money kept out of his reach. 

A life by the cabin fire. etc. 

The cabin is now out of sight, 

That stood on the western slope, 
We left it for nothing but spite, 

For that was our only hope. 
The most of the party went home, 

Disgusted with what they had seen, 
And I left behind to roam, — 

41 Oh, wasn't I wonderful green !" 

A life by the cabin fire, etc. 



Prospecting Orcniii. 11 

An; — Susannah, 

I dreamed u dream the other night, when everything 

wan stdl, 
I dreamed that I was carrying my lons-tom down a 

lull ; 
My feet slipp'd out and I fill down, oh, how I jarr'd 

my liver, 
I watched my long-torn till I kiw it fetch up in (he 

river. 

Chorus : 
Oil, what a miner, what a miner was I, 
All swelled up with the BCTJTVy, so I really thought 

I'd die. 

My matches, Hour, and Chile bean.-, lay scattered all 
around, 

I felt so had I wished to die, as 1 lay on the 
ground ; 

My coffee rolled down by a rock, my pepper I could 
not lind, 

Twas then I thought of Angelinc, the girl I left be- 
hind. 

Oh, what a miner, what a miner w r as I, 

All swelled up with the scurvy, so I really thought 
I'd die. 

I took my shovel, pick and pan, to try a piece of 

ground. 
I dream' d I struck the richest lead that ever had been 

found ; 
Then I wrote home that I had found a solid lead of 

Sold, 
And I'd be home in just a month, but what a lie I 

told! 
Oh, what a miner, what a miner was I, 
All swelled up with the scurw, so I really thought 

I'd die, 



12 Prospecting Drecun, concluded. 

I dug, I panned and tommed awhile, till I had but a 

dollar, 
I struck it here, and right down there, I could not 

raise the color ; 
John Chinaman he bought rne out, and pungled down 

the dust, 
Then I had just an ounce in change to start in on a 

"bust," 

Oh, what a miner, etc. 

I went to town and got drunk ; in the morning, to 

my surprise, 
I found that I had got a pair of roaring big black 

eyes, 
And I was strapp'd, had not a cent, not even pick or 

shovel, 
My hair snarled up, my breeches torn, looked like 

the very d 1. 

Oh, what a miner, etc. 

I then took up a little farm, and got a sefiorita, 

Grey-eyed, hump-backed, and black as tar — ner 
name was Marguerita ; 

My pigs all died, hens flew away, Joaquin he stole 
my mules, 

My ranch burnt " down," my blankets "up, " like- 
wise my farming tools. 

Oh, what a miner, etc. 

I left my farm, and hired out to be a hardware clerk, 
I got kicked out, " cos " couldn't write, so again I 

went to work ; 
But when they caught me stealing grub, a few went 

in to boot him, 
And others round were singing out, " Hang him, 

hang him, shoot him !" 

Oh, what a miner, etc. 



Crossing itn- Plains. 13 

Are — Caroline of Edinburgh. 

Conic all you Californians, I pray ope wide your ears, 
If you are going across the Plains, with snotty mules 

or steers ; 
Remember beans before you start, likewise dried 

beef and ham. 
Beware of ven'son, d — n the stuff, it's oftentimes a 

ram. 

You must buy two revolvers, a bowie-knife and belt, 
Says you. " Old feller, now stand off, or I will have 

your pelt ;" 
The greenhorn looks around about, but not a soul 

can see, 
Says lie, "There's not a man in town, but what's 

afraid of me." 

You should'nt shave, but cultivate your down, and 

let it grow, 
So when you do return, 'twill be as soft and white as 

snow ; 
Your lovely Jane will be surprised, your ma'll begin 

to cook ; 
The greenhorn to his mother '11 *ay, " How savage I 

must look !" 

" How do you like it overland r" his mother she will 
say, 

"All right, excepting cooking, then the devil is to 
pay; 

For some -won't cook, and others can't, and then it's 
curse and damn, 

The coffee-pot's begun to leak, so has the frying- 
pan." 

It's always jaw about the teams, and how we ought 
to do, 



14 Crossing the Plains, continued. 

All hands get mad, and each one says, " I own as 

much as you :" 
One of them says, " I'll buy or sell, I'm d — d if I 

care which ;" 
Another says, " Let's buy hhn out, the lousy son of 

a b ." 

You calculate on sixty days to take you over the 

Plains, 
But there you lack for bread and meat, for coffee and 

for brains ; 
Your sixty days are a hundred or more, your grub 

you've got tq divide, 
Your steers and mules are alkalied, so foot it — you 

cannot ride. 

You have to stand a watch at night, to keep the In- 
dians off, 

About sundown some heads will ache, and some 
begin to cough ; 

To be deprived of health we know is always very 
hard, 

Though every night some one is sick, to get rid of 
standing guard. 

Your canteens, they should be well filled, with poi- 
son alkali, 

So when you get tired of traveling, you can cramp 
all up and die : 

The best thing in the world to keep your bowels loose 
and free, 

Is fight and quarrel among yourselves, and seldom if 
ever agree. 

There's not a log to make a seat, along the river 

Platte, 
So when you eat, you've got to sit or stand, or sit 

down square and flat ; 



Crossing the Plains, concluded. 1 5 

It's fun to cook with buffalo wood, take some that's 

newly bom, 
If 1 knew once what I know now, I'd a gone around 

i he Horn ! 

The desert's nearly death on corns, while walking in 
the sand. 

And drive a jackass by the tail, it's d — n this over- 
land ; 

I'd rather ride a raft at sea, and then at once be lust, 

Says Bill, " Let's leave this poor old mule, wc can't 
get him across." 

The ladies have the hardest time, that emigrate by 

land, 
For when they cook with buffalo wood, they often 

burn a hand; 
And then they jaw their husbands round, get mad 

and spill the tea, 
Wish to the Lord they'd be taken down with a turn 

of the di-a-rec. 

When you arrive at Placerville, or Sacramento City, 
You've nothing in the world to cat, no money — what 

a pity ! 
Your striped pants are all worn out, which causes 

people to laugh, 
When they see you gaping round the t<0'n like a 

great big brindlc calf. 

You're lazy, poor, and all broke down, such hard- 
ships you endure, 

The post-office at Sacramento all such men will 
cure ; 

You'll find a line from urn' and pa', and one from 
lovely Sal, 

If that don'* physic you every mail, you never will 
get well, 



16 California as it Is and Was. 

Ara — I remember. 

I remember, I remember, when once I used to mine, 
My cabin still is standing beneath a sugar-pine ; 
From daylight in the morning, till the sun went ouc 

of sight, 
Alone I used to dig for gold, and mend my clothes 

at night. 
Alone I used to dig for gold, and mend my clothes 

at night. 

I remember, I remember, when grub was very high, 
We had to live on pork and beans, 'twas Uttle pork 

indeed, 
And miners were very poor, could not afford to 

buy ; 
With enough to grease the frying-pan, we thought 

we'd struck a lead. 
With enough to grease the frying-pan, we thought 

we'd struck a lead. 

I remember, I remember, when we fiumed American 

river. 
The floods came down, swept off our dam, and all 

hands d — d together ; 
We lostpmr time and mining tools, and everything 

we had, 
Instead of leaving a pile we were left without a scad. 
Instead of leaving a pile we were left without a 
scad. 

I remember, I remember, when the Yuba used to 

pay, 
With nothing but a rocker, live hundred dollars 

a day ; 
We used to think 't would always last, and wotild 

with perfect ease. 



California as it Is and Was, concluded. 17 

If Uncle Sam had only stopped the coming of Chi- 
nese. 
If Uncle Sam had only stopped the coming of 
Chinese. 

I remember, I remember, we're compelled to pay a 
tax, 

Which people say is gambled off — I wonder if those 
are facts ? 

And certain ones are trying to give our mineral lands 
away, 

To build a railroad from the States, to San Francisco 
Bay. 
To build a railroad from the States, to San Fran- 
cisco Bay. 

I remember, I remember, when we hadn't any 

laws, v 

We then could live in peace among the diggers and 

their squaws ; 
But now it's Whigs and Democrats, and Know 

Nothings of late. 
All fighting after office, with a chance to rob the 

State. 
All fighting after office with a chance to rob the 

State. 

I remember, I remember, when Captain Lynch was 

boss, 
We had no use for prison brigs, we hadn't th/U, old 

hoss ; 
But now it's thieves on every side, political thieves in 

flocks, 
All promised office if they wait till Frank Pierce 

buys more rocks. 
All promised office if they wait till Frank 

Pierce buys more rock.s, 



Away Up on the Yuba. 

Am — Old folks at home. 

Away tip the Yuba river, 

Far up in the mines, 
There's where I've been mining, ever 

Since we dug our rockers out of pines ; * 
All up and down the digger nation, 

Many times I've roamed, 
All dirt and rags, besides starvation, 

Hair that seemed it never had been combed. 
Chorus : 
All the mines look hard and dreary, 

Everywhere I roam ; 
Oh, miners, how my heart grows weary, 

Ne'er a cent, and far away from home ' 

All around the northern mines I've wander' d, 

With my blankets on my back ; 
All I made for whisky then I squandered, 

Never had a dollar in my sack. 
When I was fiuming on the Feather, 

I was going to make a strike, 
Till drove out by the rainy weather, 

Such thund'rin' luck, I never saw the like. 

All the mines look hard and dreary, 
Everywhere I roam, etc. 

When I was mining with my partner, 

He and I could not agree ; 
I made all the bread, did this, that and t'other. 

He got mad if he had to make the tea : 
He was lazy as the very devil, 

Swore Avith me he wouldn't work ; 
We divided, he took tent, pick and shovel, 

Away he went, the lazy, lousy shirk. 

All the mines look hard and dreary, 

Everywhere I roam, etc 



teeing the Eh pliant. 19 

Air — Boatman Dance. 

When I left thfl States for gold. 
Everything I had I s^d : 

iTB and bed, a fat old sow 
Sixteen chickens and a cow. 
Chorus : 
So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners, 

leave. 
Take my advice, kill off your lice, or else go up in 

tiie mountains ; 
Oh no, lots of dust, I'm going to the city to gel OO 

a " bust," 
Oh no, lots of dust, I'm going to the city to get on 
a " hust." 

Off I started, Yankee-like, 

I soon fell in with a lot from Pike; 

The next was, " D — n you, back, wo-haw," 

A right smart chance from Arkansas. 

So leave, you miners, etc. 

On the Platte we coiddn't agree, 
Because I had the di-a-ree, 
We there split up, I made a break, 
With one old mule for the Great Salt Lake. 
So leave, you miners, etc. 

The Mormon girls were fat as hogs, 
The chief production, cats and dogs ; 
Some had ten wives, others none. 
Thirty-six had Brigham Young. 

So leave, you miners, etc. 

The d— d fool, like all the rest, 
Supposed the thirty- six the best ; 

?oon found out his virgin dears 
Had all been Mormons thirteen years. 

So leave, you miners, etc. 



20 Seeing the Elej)ha?it, continued. 

Being brave, I cut and carved, 
On the desert nearly starved ; 
My old mule laid down and died. 
I had no blanket, took his hide. 
So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners, 
leave, etc. 

The poor coyotes stole my meat. 

Then I had nought but bread to eat ; 

It was not long till that gave out, 

Then how I cursed the Truckee ioute ! 
So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners, 
leave, etc. 

On I traveled through the pines, 

At last I found the northern mines ; 

I stole a dog, got whipt like h — 11, 

Then away I went to Marysville. 
So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners, 
leave, etc. 

There I rilled the town with lice, 
And robbed the Chinese of their rice ; 
The people say, " You've got the itch, 
Leave here, you lousy son of a b ." 

So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners, 
leave, etc. 
Because I would not pay my bill, 
They kicked me out of Downieville ; 
I stole a mule and lost the trail, 
And then fetched up in Hangtown Jail. 

So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners, 
leave, etc. 
Canvas roof and paper walls, 
Twenty horse-thieves in the stalls ; 
I did as I had done before, 
Coyoted out from 'neath the floor. 

So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners, 
leave, etc. 



seeing the Elephant, concluded. 21 

I robbed a nigger of a dollar, 
And bought unguent to grease my eollar; 
I tried a pint, not one had gone, 
Then it beat the d — 1 how I daubed it on, 
So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners, 
leave, etc. 

The people threatened hard my life, 

Because I stole a miner's wife ; 

They showed me a rope, to give me signs, 

Then off I went to the southern mines. 
So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners, 
leave, etc. 

I mined a while, got lean and lank, 

And lastly stole a monte-bank ; 

Went to the city, got a gambler's name 

And lost my bank at the thimble game. 
So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners, 
leave, etc. 

I fell in love with a California girl ; 

Her eyes were gray, her hair did curl ; 

Her nose turned up to get rid of her chin — 

Says she, " You're a miner, you can't come in." 
So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners 
leave, etc. 

When the elephant I had seen, 

I'm d — d if I thought I Mas green ; 

And others say, both night and morn, 

They saw him coming round the Horn. 
So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners, 
leave, etc. 

If I should make another raise, 
In New York sure I'll spend my days; 
I'll be a merchant, buy a saw, 
So good-bye, mines and Panama. 
So leave, you miners, leave, oh, leave, you miners, 
leave, etc. 



22 Australia and the Amazon. 

Air— Emma Snow. 

Farewell, old California, I'm going far away, 
Where gold is found more plenty, in larger lumps, 

they say ; 
And climate, too, that can't be beat, no matter where 

you go — 
Australia, that's the land for me, where all have got 
a show. 

Chorus * 
But I found that good time over, 

For all was grief and pain, 
And I should never, never make 
My ounce a day again. 

I sold a claim that paid me just half an ounce a day. 
Got robbed at Sacramento, and licked down at the 

Bay; 
I took the Monumental, for Sydney she was bound. 
Her boilers bursted, she burnt up, and five hundred 

were drowned. But I found, etc. 

We soon found we were lousy, which did us much 
surprise, 

To hear the cabin gentry say, " They're lousy, blast 

their eyes ! " 
But when our journey ended, and we had seen the 

mines, 
Without a cent were shoved in jail, for taxes and for 

fines. But I found, etc. 

But give me California, where all have equal rights, 
Or the Amazon with all her snakes, I'd run the risk 

of bites ; 
Such moan, infernal, theiving, outlandish lies are 

told; 
The d 1 will get the next poor whelp that does 

discover gold. But I found, etc. 



Hunting after Oold. 23 

Air — Combo. 

When I left old New York, to go hunting after gold, 
( !h»T-ks bigger than my head I could pick up, I was 

told; 

I stopped at Sacramento, on a d 1 of expense, 

And they sent me to the mountains, where I've not 

been sober since. 

Chorus : 
Tang de di, do ding, de dang ; de diddle al de da. 

The first man I saw in the Sacramento Valley, 
Was his Honor I, ing drunk, on a ten-pin all y. 
With half a dozen more, sonic whose nanus I dare not 

call, 
If you'd rolled for the center you'd been sure to got 

them all. 

Tang de di, etc. 

«. The people in the mountains, they were all on a 
bust, 
They were going through at Monte, though they 

pungled down the dust. 
1 went into a temperance house to get a bit scgar, 
And there laid the landlord drunk behind the bar. 
~- Tang de di, etc. 

I went to eat some oysters, along with Captain 

Sutter, 
And he reared up on the table, and sat down in the 

butter ; 
The Mayor and Recorder, they were both drunk as 

ever, 
So the next day they sent me up fluming on the 

river. 

Tang de di, etc. 

The river of a sudden, then began to rise, 

But the d 1 was coming, which did me surprise ; 



24 Hunting after Gold, continued. 

'Twas a big pine log, coming neat as a pin, 
Which stove both ends of my long torn in. 

Tang de di, etc. 

I looked up the river, and the next thing I saw, 
Was a rocker and a pail floating down towards me, 
And when they got abreast of me, says I, 
" Old rocker, you've earned me a pile, good bye." 
Tang de di, etc. 

It seemed too bad, 'twas a d 1 of a shame, 

To work all summer, and then to lose a claim, 
With a bully little pick, and a long handled shovel, 

And a chance for the flume left to go to the d 1. 

Tang de di, etc. 

So those that had money, they were bound to have 
a spree, 

But they that had'nt any, said, " You can't fool me ; , 

We know where you're going, or at least we mis- 
trust, 

You are going to Nevada, to get on another " bust." 
Tang de di, etc. 

I bucked awhile at Monte, at a half dollar bank, 

And the dealer he got trusted for the whisky that I 
drank ; 

I drank 'till my throat got so sore I could'nt swal- 
low, 

So I tapp'd him on the Jack, and I won half a dol- 

lar * Tang de di, etc. 

I hav'nt had a cent since I failed on the river, 

Nor I hav'nt had clothes enough my nakedness to 

eover ; 
These breeches I got trusted for, but now I cannot 

pay; 



Huntiiif/ after Gold, concluded. 25 

This is the only shirt I've had since the 23d of May. 
Tang de di, etc. 

My hair pulled like the d 1, I was troubled with 

the shorts, 
So. without a cent of money, I went hunting after 

quartz ; 
And I found as rich a lead as ever had been seen, 

But the d 1 of it was, I had no machine. 

Tang de di, etc. 

The people were surprised ; when we told them, how 

tlv. y laughed, 
That a dozen of our company had gone to sink, a 

shaft, 
And we'd all make a pile, around the Horn have a 

sail, 
When the Sheriff took the dozen, who were digging, 

off to jail. 

Tang de di, etc. 

The stories they were going, going very fast indeed, 
And the miners going faster, to stake off the Idtld ; 
Among the rest a coming, that was going to make a 

strike, 
On a spike-tail mule, was a man from Pike. 

Tang de di, etc. 

The excitement died away, there was nothing in the 

lead, 
So those that bought an interest, among themselves 

agreed, 
For the flour they had bought, and n little gnarly 

ham. 
Thev would never pay a cent, for the lead war'nt 

worth a d n. 

Tang de di, etc. 



2G JToa^uan, the Horse-Thief. 

' Air — Nmo, I loam all you darkies not to love her. 

I suppose you have heard all the Calkin'. 

Of the very noted horse- thief Joaquin ; 
He was caught in Calaveras, but he could'nt stand 

the joke, 
So the rangers cut his head off, and have got it now 

in soak. 

Chorus : 

Now I warn every body not to ramble 

Never drink, never fight, never gamble, 
For you'll never have a cent, all your money will be 

spent, 
And you to Sacramento to the prison brig be sent. 

They took three-fingered Jack, and cut his hand off, 
Then the Rangers drove the rest of the band off ; 
Then they took the head and hand, and they had it 

well preserved, 
And the Rangers got the credit, which they ver>^ 

much deserved. 

Now I warn every body not to ramble. 

Never drink, never fight, never gamble, 
For you'll never have a cent, all your money will^be 

spent, 
And you to Sacramento to the prison brig bo sent. 

Joaquin to the mountains was advancing, 

When he saw Lola Montez a dancing ; 
When she danced the spider dance, he was bound to 

run her off, 
And he'd feed her eggs and chickens, make her cackle, 

crow and cough. 

Now I warn every body not to ramble, 

Never drink, never fight, never gamble, 
For you'll never have a cent, all your money will be 

soent. 
And you to Sacramento to the prison brig be sent 



Joaquin, the Horse-Thief, oonchtded, 27 

[uin, just before he was taken, 
Killed a Chinaman, and thi a stole his I 
Then he went to Sonora, where he killed eleven 

more, 
And a big Digger Indian, which made the twenty- 

Choroa : 

Now I warn every body not to nimble, 

Never drink, n< vir fight, 
For you'll never have a cent, all 3 will be 

spent. 
And you to Sacramento to th< ; Bent. 

You have heard of the steel he wore round him, 
I will tell you what it was when they found him, 
'Twas a long-torn iron, to protect him in bis crimes, 
And they swore by the holes he'd been shot a thou- 
sund times. 

Chorus : 

Now I warn every body not to ramble, 
Never drink, never fight, never gamble, 

For you'll never have a cent, all your money will be 

spent, 
And you to Sacramento to the prison brig be sent. 

- Now the head it can be seen al Sacramento, 
But to have it there, they never did intend to ; 

For they fought like the d 1. while they had half 

a show. 
But the Rangers put an end to the terror of Mexico. 

Chorus : 
Now I warn every body not to ramble, 
Never drink, never fight, never gamble. 

For you'll never have a cent, all your money will be 
spent. 

And you to Sacramento to the prison brig be sent. 



Striking a Lead. 

Air — Dan Tucker. 

I took my shovel, pick and pan, 
And went to mining like a man ; 
I picked up chunks that weighed a pound, 
That lay like lemons on the ground. 
Chorus : 
Get out of the way, I'm mad as fury, 
Get out of the way, I'm mad as fury, 
Get out of the way, I'm mad as fury, 
I'm from Pike, in old Missoury. 

I allowed the d 1 was to pay, 

For miners came from every way. 
With stakes and tools to take a claim, 
But the lead run out — war'nt that a shame ; 
Get out of the way, I'm mad as fury, 
Get out of the way, I'm mad as fury, 
Get out of the way, I'm mad as fury 
I'm from Pike, in old Missoury. 

I langhed to see so many fools, 
Come running with their mining tools, 
When up a sign went, " Whi ky cut," 
One bit per glass for good rot-gut. 
Get out of the way, I'm mad as fury, 
Get out of the way, I'm mad as fury, 
Get out of the way, I'm mad as fury, 
I'm from Pike, in old Missoury. 

I'm going home, I've made my pile, 
I'm going through in cabin, style ; 
I'll get my money and life insured, 
For fear I'd get knocked overboard 
Get out of the way, I'm mad as fury, 
Get out of the way, I'm mad as fury, 
Got out of tha way, I'm mad as fury, 
I'm from Hke, in old Missoury. 



An Honest Ifliner. 2d 

Air — Low Back Car. 

When first I wont to mining, I was uncommon green, 
With it " galhtfl" rig I went to dig, and claimed a 

whole ravine ; 
But when I could not make my gruh, with imple- 
ments to gag, 
An honest miner might have been seen at night with 

a pig in a bag. 
Chorus — As he lugged it away from the pen, 
Waa thinking how lucky he'd been; 
Went into a hole, dug deep after gold, 
With pig in the bag tumbled in. 

I wandered round from place to place, and no one 
did mistrust. 

But what an honest miner had — most any amount of 
dosfi; 

It seems a gang of theivos had robbed a hen-roost 
neat and clean, 

An honest miner wringing their necks, might possi- 
bly have been seen. 

Chorus — As he thonght of the Hegant stew, 

The rooster would make — but he ftew; 

But he'd cook up the hens and invite in his friends, 
As the dog run him out of the roost. 

No matter who was robbed or killed, 'twas all laid 

to Joaquin, 
His band out in the chapparal not long ago was seen ; 
With pick and shovel on his back, as though out on a 

tramp, 
An honest miner might have been seen, robbing a 

Chinese camp. 
Chorus — A? he pulled them around by the tails, 

They scratched witl £heir long finger nails ; 
A torn iron round hi s body waa bound, 
So of course it must be Joaquin. 



30 An Honest Miner, concluded. 

A certain class will drink and light, and gamble all 

the while, , 

And live among the prostitutes, in low, degraded 

style ; 
The people think it's with the few, but I for one will 

tell, _ — 

An honest miner' s often seen crawling out of a Spanish 

corral. 
Chorus — And pretend to respectable be 
Will damn them from A to Z ; 
They're first in the shout of " Let's run 'em out," 
And the first to get round where they be. 

An honest miner's like a pile — almighty hard to find ; 

So, what's a chicken among so few, when they are 
chicken inclined ? 

But if you'll give the d 1 his due, there's not a 

cent to choose, 

An honest miner's often round when pigs and chick- 
ens you lose. 

Chorus— Though it's always a gang of thieves, 
The lucky one laughs in his sleeves ; 
He looks with surprise, and seems to despise 
Anything like a pig in a bag. 

An honest miner' 11 drink and fight, and raise the very 

d 1; 

But that's all right, if once a week he's seen with pick 

and shovel. 
Of course he'll starve before he'll steal, but, try him 

a trip and see, 
I've mined too long to be deceived, I have that, 

yes-sir-ree. 
Chorus — But Ave're all of us bound to live, 

By mining though, without or with ; 
Though after awhile we'll all make a pile. 
So, remember the pig in a bag. 



Arrival of th£ fivootiXioi .;> I 

Atk — 

I've jti Plains, I'm poorer ihnn a 

•or old Clip I pulled in by 
the 

I'm proud to tell, we stood it well, along the Truck© 

route. 
But I'm very weak and Iran, though I started plump 

and fa%>— 
How 1 wish I had the gold machine, I li ft back on 

Platte! 
And n pi ir of Btriped lied :a-.u\-- 

for me 

Id; and when I lrfi 

"Here • to check 

the di- 

When I left Missouri rivi . 

I had a shovel, pick and pan, the tools they u 

dip: ; 
My mules gave oul • . where th 

alkalied, 
And I sick with the «• di-a-ree," my laudanum by my 

side. 
When I reached the little Blue. I'd one boot and 

a shoe, 
Which I thought by greasing once or twice, would 

last me nearly through ; 
I had needles, thread and pills, which my mammy 

did prescribe, 
And a flint-lock musket full, to shoot the Digger 

tribe, 
But I left them all on Goose Creek where I freely did 

imbibe. 



Arrival of the Greenhorn, continued. 32 

I joined in with a train from Pike ; at Independence 

Hock, 
The Indians came in that night, stampeded all then- 
stock ; 
They laughed atme, said, " Go a-foot," but soon they 

stopped their fun, 
For my old mule was left behind so poor he could 

not run. 
So I packed my fancy nag, for the rest I could not 

wait, 
And I traveled up Sweet Water, till I came to Devil's 

Gate; 
When my mule gave out in sight of where I started 

in the morn, 
I'd have givenall my boots and shoes if I had not 

been born, 
Or I'd rather stripped at New Orleans, to swim 

around the Horn. 

I arrived at Salt Lake City, on the 18th of July, 
Old Brigham Y«ung was on a "bust," he swore 

they'd never die; 
I went to see the Jordan, with a lady, God forgive 

her, 
She took me to the water's edge, and shoved me in 

the river ; 
I crawled out and started on, and I managed verv 

well, 
Until I struck the Humboldt, which I thought was 

nearly h 1 ; 

I traveled till I struck the sink where outlet can't be 

found, 
The Lord got through late Saturday night, he'd finish- 
ed all around, 
But would not work on Sunday, so he run it in the 

ground. 



Arrival of the Greenhorn, concluded. 33 

The Peyouts stole what grub I had, they left me not 

a bite, 
And now the d 1 was to pay — the Desert was in 

sight ; 
And as the people passed along, they'd say to me, 

" You fool, 
You'll never get through in the world, unless you 

leave that mule." < 

But I pushed, pulled and coaxed, till I finally made 

a start, 
And his bones, they squeaked and rattled so, I 

thought he'd fall apart ; 
I killed a buzzard now and then, gave Clip the legs 

and head. 
We crossed the Truckee thirty times, but not a tear 

was shed, 
We crossed the summit, took the trail, that to 

Nevada led. 

"When I got to Sacramento, I got on a little tight, 
I lodged aboard the Pri on brig, one-half a day and 

night ; 
I vamosed when I got ashore, went to the Northern 

mines. 
There found the saying very true, " All is not. gold 

that shines." 
I dug, packed and chopped, and have drifted night 

and clay. 
But I havn't struck a single lead, that would me 

wages pay. 
At home they think we ought to have gold on our 

cabin shelves, 
"Wear high-heeled boots, well blacked, instead of 

rubbers No. twelves ; 
But let them come and try it, 'till they satisfy them- 
selves. 



A €aliior>iia Hlooiiiei*. 

Air — Lucy Long. 

Miss Ella she is twenty-nine, 

Has taken two degrees, 
And torn her shirt-tail off behind. 
So she can show her knees. 
ciioeus : 
So take your time, Miss Ella, take your time, 

Miss Ella, do, 
And I will rock the cradle, give the oro all to you. 

Miss Ella is a gallus nag, 

Miss Ella she is neat, . 
Her eyes look like a saffron bag, 

And, Lord, what awful feet ! 

So take yotu- tune, etc. 

I saw Miss Ella on the Platte 

Where she got alkalied, 
Her jackass he was rolling fat, 

And straddle she would ride. 

So take your time, etc. 

She's from Lumpkin County, Georgia, 

I know her like a book ; 
I used to see her wash her feet 

In Johnson's saw-mill brook 

So take your time, etc. 

Miss Ella has a claim, they say, 

She works it all the while ; 
She creviced round the other day, 

Panned out a little pile. 

So take your time, etc. 

She'll get it all after awhile, 

If patiently she waits ; 
I'll leave her when I make a pile, 

And vamose for the States. 

So take your time, etc. 



The Oambler 35 

Aih— Bob-Tail Mure. 

A Gambler's life I do admire, 
Du-da, du-da, 
The best of rum they do require, 
Du-da, du-da, da ; 
The poker sharps begin to pout, 

Du-da, du-da, 
I played all night and cleaned them out, 
Du-da, du-da, da. 
Chorus — I'm bound to play all night, 
I'm bound to play all day ; 
I bet my monej on the arc and king, 
Who dare bet mi the trey 'i 

Monte's mighty bard to I- at, 

Du-da, du-da, 
They say the d< aler'fl bound to treat, 

Du-da, du-da, da; 
Bar-keeper, give mie a glass of porter, 

Du-da, du-da, 
Gin for me, with a glass of water, 
Du-da, du-da, da. 
Chorus — I'm bound to play all night, 
I'm bound to play all day ; 
I bet my money on the ace and king, 
Who dare bet on the trey i 

The king's a lay-out from the top, 

Du-da, du-da, 
That's where I let my money drop, 
Du-da, du-da, da ; 
I like to deal, and I like to buck, 

Du-da, du-da, 
I'm down oh noisy chuck-aluck, 
Du-da. du-da, da. 
Chorus — I'm bound to play all night, 
I'm bound to play all day ; 
I bet my money on the ace and lung, 
Who dare bet on the trey ? 



38 The Gambler, concluded- 

There's faro, sledge, and twenty-one, 

Du-da, du-da, 
For me to beat 'tis only fun, 

Du-da, du-da, da, 
Gamblers, always bold your tongue, 

Du-da, du-da, 
French monte-dealers have all been hung, 
Du-da, du-da, da. 
Chorus — I'm bound to play all night, 
I'm bound to play all day ; 
I bet my money on the ace and king, 
Who dare bet on the trey ? 

What will we do these license times, 

Du-da, du-da, 
I'll steal before I'll work the mines, 
Du-da, du-da, da ; 
The miners used to bet their dust, 

Du-da, du-da. 
But now they lay it away to rust, 
Du-da, du-da, da. 
Chorus — I'm bound to play all night, 
I'm bound to play all day ; 
I bet money on the ace and king, 
Who dare bet on the trey i 

I used to wear a ruffled shirt, 

Du-da, du-da, 

But now I'm covered with rags and dirt, 

Du-da. du-da, da ; 
A Colt's revolver and a Bowie-knife, 

Du-da, du-da, 
I'm botmd to gamble all my life, 
Du-da, du-da, da. 
Chorus — I'm bound to play all night, 
I'm bound to play all day ; 
I bet my money on the ace and king, 
Who dare bet on the trey ? 



Coining Around the Horn. 37 

Am — Dearest May. 

Now. minors, if you '11 listen, I'll tell you quite a tale, 
About the voyage around Cape Horn, fhey call a 

pleasant s;>il ; 
We bought a ship, and had her stowed with houses, 

tools andcre rnb, 
But cursed the day we over sailed in the poor old 

rotten tub, 

Chorus : 
Oh, I remember well, the lies they used to tell, 
Of gold so bright, it hurt the sight, and made the 

miners yell. 

We left old New York city, with the weather very 

thick. 
The second day we puked up boots, oh, wus'nt we all 

sea-sick ! 
I swallowed pork tied to a string, which made a 

dreadful shoiit, 
I felt it strike the bottom, but I could not pull it 

out. 

Oh, I remember, etc. 

We all were owners in the ship, and soon began to 

growl, 
Because we hadn't ham and eggs, and now and then 

a fowl ; 
We told the captain what to do, as him we had to 

pay, 
The captain swore that he was boss, and we should 

him obey. 

Oh, I remember, etc 

Wc lived like hogs, penned up to fat, our vessel was 

so small. 
We had a " duff " but once a month, aud twice a day 

a squall ; 



38 - Coming around the Horn, concluded. 

A meeting now and then was held, which kicked np 

quite a stink, 
The captain d — d us fore and aft, and wished the box 

would sum. Oh, I remember, etc. 

Off Cape Horn, where we lay becalmed, kind Provi" 

dence seemed to frown, 
We had to stand up night and day, none of us 

dared sit down ; 
For some had half a dozen boils, 'twas awful, sure's 

you're born, 
But some would try it on the sly, and got pricked by 

the Horn. Oh, I remember, etc. 

We stopped at Valparaiso, where the womou are so 

loose. 
And all got drunk as usual, got shoved in the 

Calaboose ; 
Our ragged, rotten sails were patched, the ship made 

ready for sea, 
But every man, except the cook, was up town on a 

spree. Oh, I rem ember, etc. 

We sobered off, set sail again, on short allowance, of 

course, 
With water thick as castor oil, and stinking beef 

much worse ; 
We had the scurvy and the itch, and any amount of 

lice, 
The medicine chest went overboard, with blucmass, 

cards and dice. Oh, I remember, etc. 

We arrived at San Francisco, and all went to the 

mines, 
We left an agent back to sell our goods of various 

kinds ; 
A friend wrote up to let us know our agent, Mr. 

Gates, 
Had sold the ship and cargo, sent the money to the 

States. Oh, I remember, etc. 



Gold Lake and Gold Bluff. 39 

FYs herman'a Daughter. 

I fifty, when Gold Lake was in 
its prime, 

'I'll •■ p ; dirt would pay from three cents 

lime ; 
The merchants trusted out their goods, the miners ran 

away, 
They soon returned, well satisfied that Gold Lake 
would not pay. 

Lad el de fal, etc. 

In eighteen hundred and fifty -one, Gold Bluff waa 

all th 

The ships, with passengers and grub, were full as 
they could stow ; 

They'd nothing in the world to do, but gather up the 
sand. 

The fools that went without a cent, Gold Bluff tee- 
totally d d. 

Lad el de fal, etc. 

They climbed up to the very top, where gold must 

surely be, 
They laid down on their bellies, and peeped over in 

the sea ; 
They tied a rope unto a pail, dipped up a little 

sand, 
But all the gold was in the sea, too far away from 

land. 

Lad el de fal, etc. 

They left their grub aad blankets, and patent gold 

machines, 
The fleas were thick, and body-lice were large as 

Chile beans ; 
They all returned, well satisfied they'd all been nice- 
ly fooled, 
I" For nothing there was to be found, as speculators 
told. Lad el de fal, et«. 



40 The National Miner. 

Air — Massa's in the cold ground. 

When gold was first discovered, 

At Coloma, near the mill, 
All the world at first endeavored 

To get here, and they keep a coming still ; 
When our war was through with Mexico, 

And we paid them for the land, 
Those who had fought at Palo Alto 

Were driven off by nations they had tannea. 

Chorus : 

Down in the deep ravines, 

Hear that roaring sound, 
There the miners are digging, 

Digging in the cold, damp ground. 

When our glorious Yankee nation 

Sent her war-ships to the coast, 
They left the mines for all creation — 

Now, tell me, who is benefited most ? 
Here we're working like a s.warm of bees, 

Scarcely making enough to live, 
And two hundred thousand Chinese 

Are taking home the gold we ought to have. 

Down in the deep ravines, 

Hear that roaring sound, etc. 

Here they make their Queen Victoria laws, 

In spite of simple Uncle Sam, 
And jump our diggings, say they'll break our jaws- 

Our government, they say, ain't worth a d — n. 
"When I make enough to take me home, 

I'll leave the mines well satisfied, 
I'll give old Johnny Bull my long-tom. 

To prospect where it never has .been tried. 
Down in the deep ravines, 

Hear that roaring sound, etc 



Emigrant from Pike. 41 

Air — Nelly was a Lady. 

I have just arrived across the Plains, 

Oh, didn't I have awful times ! 
It makes the blood run greasy through my vein, 

I'm so disappointed in the mines. 

First Chorus : 

A.IR — Dan Tucker. 

When I go home with an empty sack, 

I'll show them where the Indians shot me in the back, 

And how my mules laid down and died, 

And I near starved to death beside. 

Second Chorus : 

Air — King of the Cannibal Islands. 

Ilokey, pokey, winker wun, 
We're all good fellows, we'll have some fun, 
And all get married when we go home, 
So what's the use of talking. 

I was taken with the bilious cholera, 
While I was traveling up the Platte ; 

All my friends they ran away and left me, 
Then, to die contented, down I sat— 

First Chorus : 
Cramping, twisting, down I sat, 
My inwards all tied up in a knot ; 
My old mule he began to bray, 
I, scared to death, began to pray. 
Ilokey, pokey, winker wun. 
We're all good fellows, we'll have some fun, etc. 

When I reached the desert, I was starvin', 
Surely thought I'd never get across ; 



42 Emigrant from Pike, concluded. 

Then I thought of my big brother, Marvin, 
Then the bacon and the mule I'd. lost. 

First Chorus : 
The times to reach the mines were past, 
And I, poor d — 1, was about the last ; 
And when I thought of my big brother, 
I bid farewell to my kind old mother. 
Hokey, pokey, winker wun, 
We're all good fellows, we'll have some fun, etc. 

I got through at last, and went to mining, 

Stole myself a shovel and pick, 
But could not raise the color big and shining, 

Swore I'd never strike another lick. 

First Chorus : 
Then I went round among my friends 
To see if I could raise some tens 
To take me home, for I was scared, 
My hair was all turning into beard. 
Hokey, pokey, winker wun, 
We're all good fellows, we'll have some fun, etc. 

If I get home, I bet my life I'll stay there, 

California 11 trouble me no more ; 
I've tried my luck at everything and everywhere, 

And never had been half so poor before. 

* First Chorus : 
For I've nothing in the world but meat, 
And that I really cannot eat ; 
Such times, I never saw the like, 
Oh, Lord, I wish I was back in Pike ! 
Hokey, pokey, winker, wun, 
We're all good fellows, we'll have some fun, eta, 



Humbug Steamship Com- 48 
panles. 

AlR — Uncle Sam's Farm. 

The greatest imposition that the public ever saw, 
Arc the California steamships that run to Panama ; 
They're a perfect set of robbers, and accomphsh 

their designs 
By a general invitation of the people to the mines. 

Chorus : 

Then come along, come along, you that want to go, 
The best accommodations, and the passage very 

low ; 
Our boats they are large enough, don't be afraid, 
The Golden Gate is going down to beat the Yankee 

Blade. 
Then come along, don't be afraid, 
The Golden Gate is going down to beat the Yankee 

Blade. 

They have opposition on the route, with cabins very 

nice, 
And advertise to take you for half the usual price ; 
They get thousands from the mountains, and then 

deny their bills, 
So vou have to pay the prices, or go back into the 

hills. 

Then come along, come along, you that want to go, 
The best accommodations, and the passage very low ; 
Our boats they are large enough, don't be afraid, 
The Golden Gate is going down to beat the Y'ankce 
Blade, 

When you start from San Francisco, they treat you 

like a dog, 
The victuals you're compell'd to eat ain't fit to feed 

a hog; 



44 Humbug Steamship Companies, concluded. 

And a drunken mate a cursing and damning you 

around, 
And wishing that the boat would sink and every one 

be drowned. 

Then come along, come along, you that want to go, 
The best accommodations, and the passage very low ; 
Our boats they are large enough, don't be afraid, 
The Golden Gate is going down to beat the Yankee 
Blade, etc. 

The captain goes to dinner and begins to curse the 

waiter, 
Knocks him out of hearing with a thundering big 

potato ; 
The cabin maid, half crazy, breaks the meat dish all 

to smash, 
And the steward comes a running with a plate of 

moiddy hash'. 

Then come along, come along, yoti that want to go, 
The best accommodations, and the passage very low ; 
Our boats they are large enough, don't be afraid, 
The Golden Gate is going down to beat the Yankee 
Blade, etc. 

You are driven round the steerage like a drove of 

hungry swine, 
And kicked ashore at Panama by the Independent 

Line; 
Your baggage is thrown overboard, the like you never 

saw, 
A trip or two will sicken you of going to Panama. 

Then come along, come along, you that want to go, 
The best accommodations, and the passage very low ; 
Our boats they are large enough, don't be afraid, 
The Gold, n Gate is going down to beat the Yankee 
Blade, etc. 



,vi> Log Cabin Home. 45 

Aik — Keatueky Home. 

The tall pines ware, and the winds loudly roar, 

No n.attcr, keep digging away ; 
The wild flowers blossom round the log cabin door, 

Where we sit after mining all the day. 
A few more days and our mining all will end, 

The cnfion so rich will be dry ; 
The tools on the bank shall be left for a friend, 
Then, my Log Cabin Home, good-bye. 
Chorus : 
Mine no more, oh, never no more but play, 
"We will always remember 
The Log Cabin Home, 
The Log Cabin Home far away. 

The weary may be glad for a shelter thro' the night. 

Not knowing, perhaps, it may be, 
By the old tireplaee we are chatting with delight, 

By the blaze of the sagar-pine tree. 
The old cooking tools shall be left in the camp, 

All ready to bake and to fry ; 
They all may be u.>ed by some miner on a tramp. 

Then, my Log Cabin Home, good-bye. 

Mine no more, oh, never no more but play, 
We will always remember, &c. 

We'll hunt no more for the grizzly in the nook, 

The diggers, we'll soon leave behind, 
We'll drink no more from the-clear crystal brook, 

A around the Log Cabin it winds. 
The old oak tree, under which the Cabin stands, 

All shady at noon where we lie ; 
A fond lor.k at the old oak so grand, 

Then, my Log Cabin Home, good-bye. 

Mine no more, oh, never no more but play, 
We will always remember, etc. 



*6 When I went off to Prospect. 

Air — King of the Cannibal Islands. 

I heard of gold at Sutter's Mill, 
At Michigan Bluff and Iowa Hill, 
But never thought it was rich until 

I started off to prospect. 
At Yankee Jim's I bought a purse, 
Inquired for Iowa Hill, of course, 
And traveled on, but what was worse,. 

Fetched up in Shirt-tail Canon. 

Chorus : 
A sicker miner every way 
Had not been seen for many a day ; 
The devil it always was to pay, 
When I went off to prospect. 

When I got there, the mining ground 
Was staked and claimed for miles around, 
And not a bed was to be found, 

When I went off to prospect, 
The town was crowded full of folks, 
Which made me think 'twas not a hoax ; 
At my expense they cracked their - jokes, 

When I was nearly starving. 

Chorus : 

A sicker miner every way 
Had not been seen for many a day; 
The devil it always was to pay, 
When I went off to prospect. 

I left my jackass on the road, 
Because he wouldn't carry the load; 
I'd sooner pack a big horn, toad, 

When I went off to prospect. 
My fancy shirt, with collar so nice, 
I found was covered with body-lice ; 



When I went off to Prospect, concluded. 47 

I used ungucntum once or twice, 

But could not kill the grey-backs 

Chorus : 

A sicker miner every way 
Had not been seen for many a day ; 
The devil it always was to pay, 
When I went off to prospect. 

At Deadwood I pot on a tight — 
At Groundhog Glory I had a fight ; 
They drove me away from Hell's Delight, 

When I off to prospect. 
From Bogus-Thunder I ran away — 
At Devil's Basin I wouldn't stay ; 
My lousy shirt crawled off one day, 

Which left me nearly naked. 

Chorus : 
A sickeT miner every way 
Had not been seen for many a day ; 
The devil it always was to pay, 
When I went off to prospect. 

Now all I got for running about, 

Was two black eyes, and bloody snout ; 

And that's the way it did turn out. 

When I went off to prospect. 
And now I'm loafing around dead broke, 
My pistol and tools are all in soak, 
And whisky bills at me they poke — 

But I'll make it right in the morning. 

Chorus: 
A sicker miner every way 
Had not been seen for many a day ; 
The devil it always was to pay, 
When I went off to prospect. 



48 The Lousy Miner. t ' 

Air — Dark-eyed Sailor. 

It's four long years since I reached this land, 
In search of gold among the rocks and sand ; 

And yet I'm poor when the truth is told, 
I'm a lousy miner, 

I'm a lousy miner in search of shining gold. 

I've lived on swine 'till I grunt and squeal, 
No one can tell how my bowels feel, 

With slapjacks swimming round in bacon grease. 
I'm a lousy miner, 

I'm a lousy miner ; when will my troubles cease ? 

I was covered with lice coming on the boat, 
I threw away my fancy swallow-tailed coat, 

And now they crawl up and down my back ; 
I'm a lousy miner, 

I'm a lousy miner, a pile is all I lack. 

My sweetheart vowed she'd wait for me 
'Till I returned ; but don't you see 

She's married now, sure, so I am told, 
Left her lousy miner, 

Left her lousy miner, in search of shining gold. 

Oh, land of gold, you did me deceive, 
And I intend in thee my bones to leave ; 

So farewell, home, now my friends grow cold, 
I'm a lousy miner, 

I'm a lousy miner in search of shining gold. 



Frugal Housewife — ».« Oh, Mr. Stickins, I see 
by the daily paper that meat has fallen I two cents 
per pound, and I think you ought to make some 
reduction in your charges." 

Butcher — " Very sorry, ma'am ; I don't take the 
daily paper, and so I can't see it." 



The ITIiner's Lament. 49 

Aik — Lilly Dale. 

When the gold fever raged, I was doing very well, 

With my friends all around, young and old ; 
' Twas a long time ago, and I bade them farewell, 
And embarked/ for the land of gold. 
Chorus : 
Oh, miners! poor miners, hunirry and cold, 
Though poor, I'll return to my home far away; 
So, farewell to the land .if -old. 

'Twas a hard thing to part from tho <o gay, 

That were playing in the yard round the door, 

And my wife sobbed aloud as I started away, 
Saying, "Farewell I'll see you no more !" 

Oh, miners ! poor miners, etc 

Now the little gold locket my wifeSised to Wear, 
Seems to fade by disease every breath; 

Once happy and gay, now the picture of despair, 
And those little ones all paler than death. 

Oh, miners ! poor miners, etc. 

I dreamed I was at home in the old orchard tread, 

With those loved ones so gay it did it 
As I reached for the apples that hun^ o'er my ncad, 
Disappointed I woke from my dream. 

Ob, miners ! poor miners, etc. 

Cold, wet and hungry, I've slept on the ground, 
When those visions of happiness came, 

But sad and disheartened, awoke by the sound, 
Of the screech-owl that lit on my claim. 

Oh, miners ! poor miners, etc. 

I I oil' d night and day with the hope of gaining wealth, 
Through the cold winter's rain with delight; 

But, alas ! sad misfortune has ruined my health, 
So, my fond friends at home, all, good night. 

Oh, miners ! poor miners, etc. 



50 The Sonora Filibusters. 

Am— Ben BoU. 

Oh, don't you remember Bill Walker, the great, 

Bill Walker, the captain of the band, 
That went to Sonora to clean out the State, 

To take up and fence in the land ? 
They tore down the flag at the Ensenada Camp, 

And hoisted the Star-spangled Banner, 
Which terrified the Greasers, though nothing but fun, 

For Walker to scare Santa Anna. 

Oh, don't you remember the town of Lopez, 

Where Walker commenced his career, 
And was shot in the back, so Fred. Emory-says, 

While stealing a poor Spanish steer ? 
Lopez still is standing, as filibuster dens, 

And each hole and corner is full 
Of filibuster thieves that were caught stealing hens, 

And others their backs lined with wood. 

Oh, don't you remember the ship-loads that went, 

In spite of their friend, Uncle Sam, 
With knives, guns and pistols, they started h — U- 
bent, 
For greasers they didn't care a d — n. 
But warn't they astonish' d when they-heard -Sam 
had bought 
Sonora, Chihuahua, and all, 
And the " Portsmouth" was coming^to hong all she 
caught, 
So Walker's Republic did fall. 



Julius, can you tell me wiio am de wust folks in 
de world? ... No, who is de wust folks in de 
world ? ... Why, de candle makers ! ... Why so ? ... 
'Cause all ob deir works &.Tbmck-.e&, and all ob devr 



Honest John and William 61 
Relief. 

A IK — Oh, wasn't I glad ! 

Honest John and "William Relief, 

About the time of election, 
Were thinking which was the biggest thief, 

Or nearest to perfection ; 
When on the levee they chanced to meet, 

They both were drunk as ever, 
John pitched headlong in the street, 

And William in the river. 
Chorus — Oh, wasn't I glad, oh, yes ; 
Wasn't I glad, oh, yes ! 

"William, he went to the mines, 

Where he had been before, 
His shirt-tail hanging out behind, 

Where his breeches they were tore. 
The Whigs' advice to him was, " Leave, 

And never more be seen !" 
So, shirt-tail out, as when he came, 

He ran dowa Puke ravine. Oh, etc. 

William, he ran all that night, 

Got back to Sacramento, 
Swore with John he'd have a fight, 

But s til he didn't intend to. 
Then honest John came up behind, 

To see what might befall him ; 
And there, if William made a speech, 

He swore again he'd maul him. On, etc 

William, he began to see, 

His case it was a gonner — 
So he got mad, went on a spree, 

And fell down in a corner ; 
And there he lay so nicely curled, 

And r -noring so like fury, 
Says he, " If beat, I'll leave the world. 

And go back to Missouri !" Oh, etc. 



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Good News from Home. 

Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., Music 
Publishers, 547 Broadway, New York. 

Good news from home, good news for me, 
Has come across the deep, blue sea, 
From friends that I have left in tears, 
From friends that I've not seen for years ; 
And since we parted long ago, 
My life has been a scene of woe, 
But now a joyful hour has come, 
For I have heard good news from home. 

Chorus : 
Good news from home, good news for me 
Has come across the deep, blue sea, 
From friends that I have left in tears, 
From friends that I've not seen for years. 

No father's near to guard me now, 
No mother's tear to soothe my brow, 
No sister's voice falls on mine'ear, 
Nor brother's smile to give me cheer; 
But, though I wander far away, 
My heart is full of joy to-day. 
For friends across the ocean's foam 
Have sent to me good news from home. 

Good news from home, etc 



Good Vetot rom Home, ■ (included. 

When jhaU I Bee that cottage uuor, 
Where I've spent years of joy before ? 
'Twaa there I knew no grief nor care, 
My h arl was alwaj a I 
Though I may never see it more, 
Nor stand upon my native she 
Where'er on earth I'm (loomed to •am, 
My heart will be with those at home. 

Chorus : 
Good news from home, good news for me, 
lias come across the deep blue sea, 
From friends that I have left in tears, 
From friends that I've not seen for years. 

\ 



Melting Accident. 

He clasped his Juliana's form — 

That form, the fairest under heaven ; 

His love, just like the day, was warm, 
The mercury at ninety-seven. 

"O ! Juliana, dear!" he cried, 

" My love its top degree is getting ; 

'Tis gold, in truth's alembic tried, 
That never can grow less by sweating. 

She bowed her head upon his breast, 
As hotter grew the summer weather, 

And as her form he warmly pressed, 
They melted right away together. 



When are soldiers not soldiers ? When they are 
mustered, (mustard.) 

Why is a steam hatched hen like a bad child ? Be- 
cause it comes without leave of its mother. 



54 Life Among the Miners. 

Seen here are many changing scenes 

Met with in a miner's life, 
Some of his eomforts and his joys, 

Some of his toils and strife ; 
His life is one of hard, unceasing toil, 

A t^thful tale is told 
Of joys and sorrows, incident 

To those who dig for gold. 

His cabin built of logs, and in 

A quaint, primeval style, 
Intended but to shelter him, 

Until he makes his pile, 
We see the miner hard at work, 

As steady as a saint — 
His ground is rich, and he has got 

Poor ground to make complaint. 

This washing dirt for gold is well, 

When well they make it pay ; 
But few attractions unt o Aem 

Is the red slirt washing day. 
Upon a bed of sickness, now, 

No loving friend is ther»; 
How much he needs a si stir's aid, 

A mother's anxious careJ 

Saturday night they weigk their dust, 

All anxious faces there ; 
While waiting for the truthful scales, 

To give to each his share. 
Letters from home — there's nought can give 

The miner joy like this — 
Good news from loved ones, far away, 

Is life, extasy, and bliss. 



Why is a dandy like a venisonj?teak ? Because he 
is a bit of a buck. 



The Abandoned Claim. 53 

P A R O D T. 

Not a doubt was heard, nor discouraging thought, 
As to prospect our claim we hurried ; 

Not a partner but hoped, as he planted his foot 
On the spot where our fortunes lay buried. 

We dug it down bravely from moAig till night, 

The dirt on our shovels uplifting, 
By the scorching sunbeams' dazzling light. 

And the sands most blindly sifting. 

No paying dirt we found on the ledge, 
Not the color of prospect to cheer us. 

As we sat on the bank looking over the edge. 
With our idle tools lying near us. 

We thought as we sadly picked up our tools, 

And prepared for a leave in a hurry, 
How that miners hereafter would say we were fools, 

As the claim would tell them our story. 

Lightly they'll speak of the work we have done 
And o'er our ill fortnne will joke us, 

But little care we for their jeers or their fun, 
For digging this claim has not broke us. 

The whole of thii fruitless task was just done, 
As the sun down the west was retiring, 

And we heard the welcome and well-known gun 
That our cook was suddenly firing. 

Slowly but surely we dug out our bounds 
From the hill where't had rested for ages ; 

We threw out the dirt, and we rolled out the stones. 
And left it all bare on the ledges. 



Why are the United States like the sun t .Because 
their influence is felt till over thf gjolje 



56 Poker Jim. 

Ara — Raging Canal. 

Now I'll tell you of my history since eighteen, forty- 
seven, 

When I lived in old Missouri, and my home was like 
a heaven ; 

I had a buxWh little wife, as purty as could be — 

She said as how she loved me well, and I'm certain 
I loved she. 

But there came a lot of news along, I shall ne'er 

forget the day, 
About there being lots of .gold in Cal-i-for-nia : 
I said, " Good-bye" unto my wife, though my heart 

felt many pains, 
But thought the road to fortune, sure, lay straight 

across the Plains. 

The first place that I got into is now called Placer- 

ville, 
In them days it was Hangtown, but they thought 

that ungenteel : 
I went to work right willingly, with shovel, pick, 

and pan, 
And every chunk of gold saved for my Mary Ann. 

In about two years I made a pile, though things 

were awful dear, 
And then I started home agaia, to fetch my wife 

out here ; 
I took passage by the steamer, just because it went 

so quick, 
But I'll never travel so no more, for the darned 

thing made me sick. 

I stayed at home for half a year, and then we left 

for good. 
My wife and children all were well, I was in a 

merry mood : 



Pohpt- Jim, rmi.-Iutied. 67 

I bought a right good ox-team, and a wagon for the 

trip, 
And. when we started, Mary Ann said, "Joshua, 
i iip !" 

We had a very pleasant time, an^ all got safely 

through, 
I went to work right willingly, and so did my wife, 

too : 
To make my home a happy one, my Mary Ann did 

try. 
But very shortly after that, began my mis-e-ry. 

There was a noted gam-ba-licr a living in our 

camp, 
They called him Toker Jim, and, oh ! he was an 

awful sci'' 
He used to come and talk to her, while I tried to 

ma 'k. 
And said she wa< a fool to love such an ugly d — d 
d— d Pike. 

One night I felt almighty tired, I'd been at work all 

day. 
When I got home the neighbors said my wife had run 

away : 
My heart was nearly bursting, and my head began 

to swim, 
She'd left a letter saying as how she'd sloped with 

Poker Jim. 

I tried to keep my dander up, but felt awful bad 

of course. 
For the d— d d — d critter she commenced an action 

for divorce ; 
She got it. and with Poker .Tim she went off and 

wed, 
And the only ground she get i; on, was because I 

snored in bed J 



58 An Oil-toad Tale. 

Up in the mountain solitudes, 

Beside a "pile" of clay, 
A wight with shovel, pick and pan, 

Stood at the close of day ; 
His ahirt and sash were very red, 

His nose was very blue, 
And though the scene around was 
grand, 

The prospect wouldn't do. 

His hat — enough — 'twas shocking bad, 

His sunburnt neck was bare ; 
One eye looked droll, the other sad, 

Beneath his unkempt hah- ; 
His muddy jackboots, all of jet, 

Were long ago bereft ; 
And unto them, like unto him, 

But little sole was left. 

From out his pale unsmiling lips, 

With rank beard overgrown, 
Outspake this lonely mining man, 

In semi-growling tone, 
Whilst restlessly his jackboot kept 

The devil's tattoo drumming : 
" I had no sense in coming here, 

I've gained no cents by coming." 

Fortune, 'tis written, smiles on fools, 

Wherever they may labor, 
And surely I've been fool enough 

To win her choicest favor ; 
But ever she eludes my grasp, 

Despite the proofs I gave her ; 
That I'm an ass she turns from me 

To wanton with my neighbor. 

I have not sinned as some folks do ; 
I pick but not to steal, 



.4;* Oft-told Tuk, concluded. 69 

And though my ways of life arc hard, 

My heart is soft to feel. 
My neighbors' failings I let pass ; 

I covet not a shade 
Of all his goods, nor ox, nor ass, 

Nor man, nor servant-maid. 
But for this last I claim no grace, 

Though some may not approve it, 
Because, in this infernal place 

There are no maids to covet, 
Nor sparkling eyes, nor beaming smiles, 

That filled my dreams of yore: 
Alas, alas ! thrwe days aro past. 

My day-dreams now are ore I 

Oh. for one hour where early life 

Flowed passing merrily, 
Where youth still hung on low-toned 
words, 

And not upon — a tree ; 
Where friends could wrangle and debate 

About each passing trifle, 
And meet a flash of wit, instead 

Of bowie knife or rifle." 

He paused, he sighed, he gazed about, 

Then spake, — " 'Tis all cursed fine ! 
Oh, for a pull of ' Double Stout,' 

To cool this thirst of mine ; 
But never more I'll taste a pot 

Of glorious • Lager Beer.' " 
IV. B. The miner " turned and left the Bpot, 

And wiped away a tear." 



Simon. — If you'll have me, we'll nappy be, tne 
happiest ever seen. 

Kate. — I can't. You see, the cholera's round — 
I'll venture notMng green. 



60 Gold.— PARODY. 

By Mrs. Mary Dunn. 

Come listen to me, jolly lads, 

A story I'll relate, 
Which happened in the valley 

Of the California State ; 
Twas down the Feather River land 

We hearties went so bold, 
And Avorked like hungry tigers 

For the bright and shining gold. 
Chorus : For gold, they say, is brighter than the cay, 
And when it's mine, — 

I'm bound to shine, 

And drive dull care away. 
My creditors gave me a year 

To pay them what I owed, 
I thanked them very kindly, 

And was off for the land of gold ; 
And as we scraped the valleys (lry, 

Where the waters used to roll, 
I filled my trousers' pockets full 

Of the "bright and shining gold. For, etc. 
Beneath the hot and scorching sun, 

I worked for many a day, 
Most happy, 'cause i got so rich, £ 

I soon was going away ; 
A monstrous heap of gold I had, 

Which from the sand 1 parted — 
I got some boards and boxed it up, 

And off for home I started. For, etc. 

O, the mountains and the valleys there, 

I tell you they're not slow. 
And Nature's works in grandeur are, 

Whichever way you go ; 
And there our glorious stars and stripes, 

For evermore shall fly, 
As each new day the rising sun 

Shall gild the eastern sky. For, etc. 



Old Zona*. 

i man. 
E'en over in the Bta 

"Who had enough of tall pine 

Himself and wife to well maintain. 

But years rolled by, and children came 

Around the little fireside, 
And claimed a right to eat and drink. 

Ndar cottld such wants be well denied. 

The pine trees grew, and children, too, 
Though in their manner far apart ; 

The trees grew thin, the children /hick. 
And thus from Maine were doomed to 
part. 

Old Zenas to Ins wife did say, 
"I'll move you all to Michigan, 

lifornia I will seek. 
And dig until a richer man." 

Aero - the plains he bent his steps, 

I large droves of buffalo. 
Wild horses, turkeys very fine. 
And tigers, jackalls, Indians, too. 

At times he hadn't nary piece 

Of meat wh upon, 

Nor any water for his thirst, 

And thus he saw the Old Linn. 

At last his clothes in tatters hung 
About his sore and weary form ; 

His "harp of hopes" ^vas soon uas 
And fancied nigh the gathering storm, 

He mourned his lot, and often wep* 

To think he ever took the 
And then he'd rave, and swear he b'lieved 

H 's soon to see the Elephant. 



62 Josh, John. 

You have strayed away from your Josh, John, 

You have strayed away from your Josh • 
And between the spot where you stand 
And your home in the flowery land, 
The waves of an ocean dash, John, 
The waves of an ocean dash. 

Your "tail" is severed clean off, John 

Your pig tail is clean cut off ; 
I should like to see you, John, sit dow~, 
Right in the midst of your native town — 

Yah ! wouldn't the Johnnies scoff, John ! 

" How can !" they would cry in scoff. 

The hair now covers your head, John, 

The hair now covers your head ; 
You have lost your nankin shirt of blue, 
And a sorry coat of doubtful hue 

Is seedily worn in its stead, John, 

Is shabbily worn in its stead. 

A boot of at least thirteen, John. 
A boot of at least thirteen, 

And made of cowhide, strong and good, 

In the place of sole of solid wood. 
On your elegant foot is seen, John, 
On your sweet little foot is seen. 

You have come, as it were, alone, John, 
You have come, as it were, alone ; 

And you lead an unhappy kind of life, 

Coming without a cheerful wife, 
A cheerful wife of your own, John, 
An almond-eyed wife of your own. 

You've left your national god, John, 

You've left your god and your land 
You've left the dress of the land of flowers, 
And in leaving these, haven't taken ours ; 
And you've friends upon neither hand, John, 
You have friends upon neither hand. 



Ittiners Ups and Downs. 03 

A pilgrim from away down East 

A tear was In his troubled eye, 
A pick-axe in his hand. 

The pilgrim stood, and looking down, 

e who is in doubt, 
He sigiud to Bee how fast 
His hoots were wearing out. 

" Thrice have I left this cursed snot, 

But mine it was to learn 
The fatal truth, that 'Diust we ajrej 

To dust we shall return ! ' " 

Once more returned, at close ot'd-y, 

:nal home, 
He vov,- it' | c was hack in Maine. 
lie never more would roam 

Now hunger makes his bowels yearn 

For yam- or [rish roots: 
But these he looks in vain to rind, 

'then tries to fry his boots. 

The ni - - in happy dreams 

Of youth and i hildhood's joys, 
Of times wh< n ; jed at school 

For nincViir*- smaller Vmv< 



n tunes wncn i ■•• got noggci 
For pinchir.< smaller boys 



But morn dispels these fairy scents, 

And want arouses pluck; 
He shoulders pick and pan once more, 

Again to try his luck. 

He digs in dark, secluded depths, 
The spots where slugs abound, 

And, oh ! what rapture fills his breasl- 
His pile at last is found ! 



64 Miners Dps and Downs concluded. 

His wardrobe changed, behold him now 

In affluence and pride, 
Surrounded by the forms he loves, 

With joy on every side. 

Pressed closely to bis heart, he holds 

His wife and chMdren dear, 
The latter shouting gaily, 

While the former drops a tea" 



Backbone. 

To dress, and sit, and walk genteelly, 

To bow with easy grace ; 
To speak in accents soft and mealy, 

To wear a studied face ; 
These, and like goodly gifts and graces, 

Are well enough, I own ; 
But what we want in this soft age, 

Is bone, backbone ! 

A heart to feel, a mind to think, 

Despite each base control : 
A tongue to speak, a hand to work 

The purpose of the soul : 
By these and other goodly tokens 

It lay be surely known. 
If thi, or that, within Ins body 

H 3 bone, backbone ! 

Give me a man that's all a man, 

Who stands up straight and strong. 
Who loves the plain and simple right, 

And will not yield to wrong ; 
Who deals with him, untrembling hand, 

Gives every one his own — 
O ! a blessed thing in anybody, 

Is bone, backbone ! 



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In the Clerk's Office of be United States 

fort.. I. in. 



PEEFAOE. 



TO THE PUBLIC. 

Induced by the indulgence and favor you have ex- 
tended to ray previous " Local Songsters " — as also at 
the solicitation of many persona friends — I again ad- 
venture a third series of observations in verse, and trust 
that my efforts, as exhibited in the following pages, 
will receive your approval and support. 

Originally comni need to relieve the tedium of a 
, .villi no thought at the time of 
their publication, J Lave endeavored to. portray, a^ 
illy as possible, Life in California; at a Lime 
when the restraints of society had to som 
come released ; and I can only imagine — from the suc- 
cess which has attended my humble efforts — that i 
have "held the minor up to Nature ; " and if the re. 
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4 PREFACE. 

that your recognition of their truthfulness has incited 
me to this characteristic production, and that I have 
" nothing extenuated nor set down aught in malice." 

This number corresponds in size to the " Original 
California Songster," and being entirely different in 
matter and music, will be an acceptable companion to 
the patrons of the former editions. " Put this and that 
together ! " 

Gratefully, yours, 

THE AUTHOR. 



CONTEXTS. 

Page. 

A California Ball .-\ 13 

A Miners' Meeting 

A Ripping Trip 46 

And thus he Spoke 35 

California Bank Robbers 30 

California Stage Company 31 

Hangtown Gals 58 

He's the Man for me 27 

He ought to Know 51 

I'm Sad and Lonely here IS 

I often think of Writing Home 18 

Loss of the Central America 7 

On Board the Steamer 29 

Parting Friends 8 

Sacramento Gals 21 

So would I 26 

Steam Navigation Thieves 61 



6 • CONTENTS. 

Sweet Betsey from Pike 50 

That is Even So 53 

Then Hurrah for Home 60 

The Happy Miner 43 

The last Good-by . .19 

The Miner's Dream 

The Mountain Cotta; 16 

The Sensible Miner 

The Rowdy 25 

The Shady Old Camp 33 

The Unhappy Mine 

The Vocal Miner 9 

War in Camp 30 

You who don't B >liere it 11 

California Mining Localh i . 63 



THE GOLDKN SONGSTER. 



L.oss of the "Central America." 

Air—" Cany me back to old Virginny." 

The " Central .'. i fine, 

brick, 

And all i on the line 

Will ' roata lick. 

Twonl I he owners aboard, 

I rise ; 
'Twould any amount of afford, 

And cancel a million of lies. 
! 

These murdering villains will ne'er be forgot, 

A - long as America stands ; 
Their bones should be left in the ocean to rot, 
I their souls be at Satan's comma 
murdered and swindled the peopl 
ever will be satisfied 
III puts an end to their earthly careers, 
Then may they with demons reside. 
Repeat— They've murdered and swindled, &c. 



Parting Friends. 

Aie — " The Drummer Boy at Waterloo." 

With parting friends, no tongue can tell, 

No heart can feel the grief and pain, 
But those who bid good-by — farewell — 
Perhaps to never meet again. 
But those who bid good-by — farewell- 
Perhaps to never meet again. 

He goes — and soon home is forgot, 
No tidings of him do they hear ; 

His vows to write he heeds them not, 
Which causes many a silent tear. 
His vows to write, &c. 

No joy the dreadful wound can heal — 
The tale of sorrow dies untold — 

Still o'er his mind those words will steal, 
" God speed thee to the land of gold ! " 
Still o'er his mind, &c, 

With aching hearts and watery eyes, 
In vain they look for his return ; 

" He's dead ! he's dead ! " the weeper cries- 
As for the dead they for him mourn. 
" He's dead ! he's dead ! " &c. 



Washing. — Caesar, what am de difference between 
an honest and dishonest washerwoman ? Why de form- 
er irons your linen and de latter one steels it. 



The Vocal Miner. 

Air— Do they miss me at Home." 

■When the minor returns from his labor, 

Ami lays himself down to repose, 
He wonders the luck of his neighbor, 

And how he got all his good clothes ; — 
But soon there's a change of sensation; 

For sleep, the twin sister of death, 
Will whisper a dream of relation 

That soon will depart like a breath — 
That soon will depart like a breath. 

With his shovel and pick on his shoulder, 

He starts in the morning to mine ; 
At noon he sits down on a boulder, 

And wishes 'twas still '49 ; 
For then he could do so much better. 

But this is what troubles him most : 
The mail has arrived — but uo letter ! 

Why shouldn't he give up the ghost 1 
Why shouldn't he give up the ghost ? 

He can see the hot cakes in the kitchen, 

The innocent children at play, 
And see his old mother at knitting, 

Who soon will be passing away. 
Their letters are always inviting, 

No matter how poor, to return ; 
But some one is always backbiting, 

And saying, " He'll come — in a horn ! " 
And saying, " He'll come— in a horn ! 



10 The Vocal Miner, concluded. 

If his friends, old and young, could behold him, 

"With frying-pan baking his bread, 
A wife or a sister might scold him, 

Because it was heavy as lead. 
Then one earning more than another, 

Is what they don't well understand, 
And lay it to this, that and t'other, 

Conclude he is working in sand — 
Conclude he is working in sand. 

When the sleigh-bells are merrily ringing, 

And music resounds at the ball, 
Is some fond heart to him still clinging, 

Or is he forsaken by all % 
Perhaps they have heard of his stealing, 

And wonder what people have lost ; 
If here they could tell by the squealing 

And squawking in many a hen-roost — 
And squawking in many a hen-roost. 

Do they write to his friends that he's drinking, 

And gambling his money away — 
Pretend it was done without thinking, 

Or trying to lead them astray 1 
From Death with grim visage inviting, 

With horror their souls will recoil ; 
And demons will get them for writing. 

And deal with them " 'cording to Hoyle!" 
And deal with them " 'cording to Hoyle .'" 



A vain man's motto — Win gold and wear it. 



You who don't Believe it. 

Ant— "Blue-tail Ely." 

There is n the earth, 

imount of worth ; 
Ami lif iii.it could not here reside, 
■i^e the other side! 

Chorus. — You who don't believe it, 

You w . [eve it, 

You who don't believe it, 

yourselves and seel 

We've got more gold than all the world, 
A flag that wins whene'er unfi 
And smarter men to help us through, 
Than England, Fiance or Mexico. 

Chorus. — Yqu who don't believe it, &c. 

We've smarter ships than Johnny Bull, 

Larger sheep with finer wool ; 

A prison too ! you cannot fail 

To throw a Bull through by the tail. 

Chorus. — You who don't believe, &c. 

We raise the largest cabbage heads, 
Got more and better leather beds ; 
Of everything we've got the best, 
And thieves until you cannot rest. 

Chorus. — You who don't believe it, &c. 



12 You who don't Believe it, concluded 

All ruffianism now is o'er, 
The country's safer than before ; 
Our cities keep the rowdies straight, 
Or send them through the Golden Gate. 

Chorus. — You who don't believe it, &c. 

We've got the highest mountains here, 
Taller trees and faster deer, 
And travel more, at higher rates, 
Than people in the Eastern States. 

Chorus. — You who don't believe it, &c. 



We've got the smartest river boats, 
And, ten to one, old whiskey bloats ; 
We're blest with very heavy fogs, 
And any amount of poodle dogs ! 

Chorus — You who don't believe it, &c. 

We've got a few unmarried g'hals, 
Railroads, ditches and canals ; 
Although we did repudiate, 
A joke 'twas only to create. 

Chorus — You who 6$n't believe it, &c. 

To one and all, both young and old, 
You're welcome to thf> land of gold ; 
So come along, be not afraid, 
We guarantee you all well paid ! 

Chorus. — You who don't believe it. &c. 



A California Ball. 13 

Air— "Wait for the "Wagon." 

Twould make our Eastern people cave, 

To see the great and small, 
The old, with one foot in the grave, 

All " splurging " at a hall. 

Chorus. — Wait for the music ! 
Wait for the music! 
Wait for the music, 
And we'll all have a dance ! 

On foot they through the diggings wind, 

And over mountains tall. 
With young ones tagging on behind, 

"Flat-footed" for the hall! 

Chorus — Wait for the music, &c. 

A dozen babies on the bed, 

And all begin to squall ; 
The mothers wish the brats were dead, 

For cryiug at the ball ! 

Chorus. — Wait for the music, &c. 

The manager begins to curse, 

And swaggers through the hall, 
For mothers they've gone out to nurse 

Their babies at the ball ! 

Chorus. — Wait for the music, &c. 



A California Ball, < 

Old women in their Bloomer rigs 

Are lbnd of " balance all ! " 
And " weighty " when it conies to jigs. 

And so on, at the ball ! 

Chorus. — Wait for the music, &c. 

A yearling miss fills out the sett, 

Although not very tall ; 
" I'm anxious now," she says, " you bet. 

To proceed with the ball ! " 

Chorus. — Wait for the music, &c. 

A married woman — gentle dove — 

With nary tooth at all, 
Sits in the corner making love 

To some " pimp " at the ball ! 

Chorus. — Wait for the music, &c. 

A drunken loafer at the dance, 

Informs them one and all, 
With bowie-knife stuck in his pants, 

" The best man at the ball ! " 

j 
Chorus. — Wait for the music, &c. 

The Spanish hags of ill repute, 

For brandy loudly call ; 
And no one dares their right dispute 

To freedom at the ball ! 

Chorus. — Wait for the music, &c. 



■ma n .7 eon ' 15 

The gambler all the money wins. 

To bed tlm drunkest crawl ; 
And fighting then of course begins 

Willi row. lies at the ball ! 

—Wait for the music, &c 

They rush it like a railroad car; 

And often is the call 
Of, " Promenade up to the bar," 

For whiskey at the ball I 

Wait for the music, &c. 

" Old Alky " makes their bowels yearn. 

They stagger round and fall ; 
And ladies say when they return, 

" Oh, what a splendid ball ! " • 

Chorus. — Wait for ihe music, &c. 



Got it CHoap. — Tom Palmer came home yes 
terday, and his wife says, My dear, what shall we have 
for dinner 1 Why, one of your lovely smiles, replied 
Tom, I can dine on that any day. Yes, but I can't, 
said his wife. Well, then take this, said he, giving her 
a kiss. He then went out, and came back soon after 
for his dinner. This steak is excellent, said Tom, what 
did you give for it? Why, what you gave me this 
morning, said his wife. 



16 The Mountain Cottage. 

Air—" The Maid of Monterey. " 

One pleasant summer evening, 'twas in the month of 

May— 
The flowers they were blooming, delightfully aid 

gay— 

The pick and shovel silent lay, the day's work be.Bg 

o'er ; 
A happy group assembled round the mountain cotttge 

door. 

(Kcpeat.) 
The pick and shovel silent lay, the day's work beng 

o'er ; 
A happy group assembled round the mountain cottage 

door. 

A green old oak, with branches wide, hangs o'er the 

little ranch ; 
The birds are skipping to and fro with joy from bianch 

to bianch ; 
A lovely wife, in silver tones, is singing " Roam no 

more," 
And all is joy and comfort round the mountain cottage 

door. 

A lovely wife, in silver tones, &c. 

The old Sierras, fair to view, capped with eternal 
snow — 

The rich and pleasant valleys lay fresh and green be- 
low — 



The Mountain Cottage, cone 1 . 17 

A lovely child, with rosy cheeks, is playing on the 
Boor, 

And all is joy and happiness round the mountain cot- 
tage door. 

A Lovely child, with rosy cheeks, &c. 

The summer's sun, when peeping through' the lattice 
in the morn, 

Beholds a smiling countenance, the cottage to adorn ; 

The towering pines' majestic forms defy the winds that 
roar ; * 

While gently glides the brook beside the mountain cot- 
tage door. 

The towering pines' majestic forms, &c. 

'Tis high up in the mountain, a lovely spot indeed ; 
The window blinds are open ; — ye single men, take 

heed — 
No earthly joys can be compared, with heart and heart 

in store ; 
'Tis wealth and happiness around a mountain cottage 

door. 

No earthly joys can be compared, &c. 



A \ T ew Machine. — Pete, I hear say dat some 
down East hab invented a machine for taking 
de noi^e out ob thunder. Well, Bill I guess it's so, 
case I habn't heard any dis winter. 



18 I'm Sad and Lonely Here. 

Aik— " Oft in the stilly Night/' 

I"m sad and lonely here, 

Though joy and wealth surround me. 
I dare not speak, for fear 

Some fighting man will pound me. 
Were I at home I would not roam 

So far from thee again ; 
But there would camp for years to come, 

Beside my Peggy Jane. 

I'm sad and lonely here, 

Though joy and wealth surround me; 
I dare not speak, for fear 

Some fighting man will pound me. 

I long have looked for gold, 

But little have I found ; 
I own that I've been sold, 

For 'tis not in the ground. 
I feel " as how " I'd sooner plow, 

Yes, hoe or husk the corn ; 
Or even milk the brindle cow 

That kicks so in the morn. 

I'm sad and lonely here, 

Though joy and wealth surround me, 
I dare not speak, for fear 

Some righting man will pound me. 



Reubex, what does you take for your cold 1 Why, 
Johnson, about four pocket handkerchiefs a day. 



The Last Good-by. 

An: ■- 

In my ear Lheir ■ i>ing, 

. una do more, 
Still to hope 1 in i ■: 

On ihis wild and golden shore. 
Dreams of home, whene'er I slumber, 

arry me to friends bo dear; 
Morning comes, and with it qui 
Mingled with a transienl 

Chorut. — Oil, never, no. no, ni 

Shall I, till the day 1 die, 

so clever, 
Bidding me the last good-by ! 

When the miner, cold and weary, 

To his camp returns at night, 
All around looks cold and dreary, 

Gold has vanished from his sight ! 
When at home his Dame is spoken, 

Does some loved one weep or sigh ? 
Or, are vows so sacred broken, 

Given with the last good-by! 

Chorus. — Oh, never, no, no, never, 

Shall I, til! the day I dio, 
Once forget those friends so c:ever, 
Bidding me the last good-by! 

'Neath an oak beside the mountain, 
Stands a miner's lonely grave, 



20 TJie last Good-bj, concluded. 

Near a cool and sparkling fountain, 
Far beyond life's troubled wave ; 

Now his friends are sadly weeping, 
" Can it be he's dead and gone 1 " 

Yes, in death he now lies sleeping, 
Sleeping gently and alone. 

Chorus. — Oh, never, no, no, never, 

Shall I, till the day I die, 
Once forget those friends so clever, 
Bidding me the last good-by ! 

Though I love the mountains dearly, 

Where the savage, wild, doth roam, 
Better still and more sincerely 

Bo I love my good old home ! 
When I'm roaming through the canons, 

'Mong the fir trees, dark and high,. 
Brings to mind my old companions 

Bidding me the last good-by ! 

Cliorus. — Oh, never, no, no, never, 

Shall I, till the day I die, 
Once forget those friends so clever, 
Bidding me the last good-l*y ! 



A young girl named Maj-y Ann Aldridge, had occa- 
sion to send a note to a gentleman, and put two r's in 
her first name in the signature, thus: "Marry Ann 
Aldridge." The man was a bachelor, and he accepted 
the proposal at once. 



Sacramento tint*. 21 

Am—" Bobbing Arouml." 

The Sacramento gals an> some, 

Nipping 'round, around, around ; 
They're down on men what live on rum, 

As they go nipping 'round. 

They're pretty gals. I must confess, 

Nipping 'round, around, around ; 
And " Lordy-massy " how they dress, 

As they go nipping 'round. 

On J street they are to be found, 

Nipping 'round, around, around ; 
Their bustles lift them off the ground, 

As they go nipping 'round. 

Their hoops will reach around a dray, 
■ Nipping 'round, around, around j 
They're " airy " on a windy day, 
As they g» nipping 'round. 

There's many a gal from Ar-kan-saw, 

Nipping 'round, around, around, 
Who well remembers hollowing " haw," 

As she went nipping 'round. 

Their faces covered with paint and chalk, 

Nipping 'round, around, around ; 
Their hoops take up the whole sidewalk, 

As they go nipping 'round. 



Sacramento Gals, concluded. 

They're here and there, like Santa Anna, 

Nipping 'round, around, around ; 
They're fresh and mellow as a ripe banana, 

As they go pipping 'round. 

Give me a rosy country gal, 

Nipping 'round, around, around ; 
No matter if her name is Sal, 

As she goes nipping 'round. 

But of all the gals I ever see, 

Nipping 'round, around, around; 
The Sacramento gals &>r me, 

As they go nipping round. 



Old Swiggs came out of his house early one morn- 
ing, and was much in want of a swig of cider. 
Thought he — How shall T get it 1 Seeing his neigh- 
bor's horse quietly grazing in a lot adjoining his 
cottage, a thought struck him. He went and drove 
the animal out into the road ; then taking a gallon 
jug, he led the horse by the mane down a few rods 
to the owner's house. " Hello," said he, " here's 
your hoss!" Neighbor — "Well, what are you doing 
with him 1 " Swiggs — u Why, nothing, only I cotched 
him in my beans this morning, and so I thought if 
you was a mind to till this 'ere jug with cider, I'd call 
it even ! " The jug was filled, and the horse went to 
grass again. 



A Minor"* Meeting. 28 

Am— "'i'h.' Etagini Canawl." 

When miners get into a row about their mining 

ground, 
A miners' meeting then is called, and miners Bock 

around ; 
E.ich party clearly states his case, then both proclaim 

aloud, 
" We'll introduce our evidence, then leave it to the 

crowd." 

A witness then is called upon, who tells a crooked 
yarn, 

Declares the diggings "jumpable," so far as he can 
" tern." — 

Is positive they've not been worked as mining laws re- 
quire, 

And any man that says they have, he'll tell him he's 
a liar ! 

A witness on the other side tellr quite another tale, 

An interested party then presents a bill of sale. 

And proves it clear, and furthermore, that he's been 

very sick, 
Not able sinee he bought the claim to strike a single 

lick. 

Now " Bob " brings up a man and proves " he has not 

been unwell, 
But since the date of bill of sale has been as drunk 

as h— 11." 



24 The Miners Meeting, concluded. 

The friends of " Bob " begin to howl, and " Jake's " 

begin to swear, 
A few go in and fight it out, or " try it on the square." 

A call is made from either side to hear the ayes and 
noes — 

By this time half the crowd is drunk, and care not how 
it goes ; 

And all begin to curse and swear, and out with bowie- 
knives, 

All ready, should it come to blows, to take each others 
lives. 

A drunken bully in the crowd throws off his hat and 
coat, 

And right or wrong, no maLter which, he thus demands 
the vote — 

" Now all in favor of Old Bob will please to hollow 
Aye, 

And all who vote the other way shall leave the dig- 
gings dry." 

The crowd send forth a hideous howl, and ' : Bob " has 
won the day, 

Who now invites all hands to drink before they go* 
away, 

" Old Jake " concludes he's badly beat, and quietly re- 
tires, 

Well satisfied that " Bob " has raised the largest crowd 
of liars ! 



The Rowdy. 26 

Air — " Comin' through the Rye." 

If a rowdy meet a rowdy, 

Going down the street — 
If a rowdy ask a rowdy, 

Mast a rowdy treat? 

Chorus. — Every rowdy has his toddy, 
Ne'er a " tod " have I ; 
But all the rowdies follow me, 
Whenever they are dry. 

If a rowdy seps a rowdy 

Take a glass of grog, 
Should a rowdy call a rowdy 

D d infernal hog 1 

Chorus. — Every rowdy has his toddy, &o. 

If a rowdy meet a rowdy, 

Anywhere in town, 
Should a rowdy curse a rowdy, 

Knock a rowdy down. 

Chorus. — Every rowdy has his toddy, &c. 

If a rowdy sees a rowdy 

Trying to raise a " fout," 
Should a rowdy say to rowdy, 

" Go in, let's clean him out." 

Chorus. — Every rowdy has his toddy, &c 



26 The Howdy, concluded. 

If a rowdy will be rowdy, 

Ride him on a rail ; 
Tar the rowdy, feather rowdy, 

Take bim off to jail ! 

Chorus. — Every rowdy has his toddy. &c. 



So would I. 

If Eastern fops who paint their cheeks, 
And wear their standing collars, 

Would live and work with me two weeks 
I'd give five hundred dollars. 

For breakfast, ere we went to work, 
We'd take a bite " for greens," 

For dinner we'd have beans and pork, 
For supper, pork and beans. 

If California was an eel, 

A bullhead, shark or whale, 
I'm satisfied, as I now feel, 

That I would be the tail ! 



A sour old maid once asked the advice of a neigh- 
bor bow she should get rid of a tfantilesome suitor. 
"Oh, marry him," was the advice. "Nay." said she, 
" I had rather see him bianged first." " That's all the 
same," was the reply, " for after your marriage it will 
not be long before he will hang himself." 






He's the Man for Me. 

An; -v." 

I've trawell ■ ! the mountains all over, 

And now to the valleys I'll go, 
An-! live like :i pig in tin' clover, 

mountains of snow. 

In right of huge n 

In Bight of hugt : 

And live like ;i pig in the clover, 

In siyht of huge mountains of snow. 

I'll marry a rich sefiorita, 

And live on a ranch in the west; 

Have forty you to greet her, 

And flirty, if pul to the test,. 

put to the 
1 fifty, if [in 
Have 
Vixl fifty, if put . 

ir a " right pee-rt " standin 

And smoke cijraritos, of course ; 
And when I run short of a dollar, 
I'll try and obtain a divorce. 

I'll try and obtain a divorce, 
I'll try and obtain a divorce — 
And when 1 run short of a dolla:-, 
I'll try and obtain a divorce. 



28 He 1 s the Men for Me. concluded. 

I'm greatly in favor of mining, 

With me, though, it does not agree ; 

I'd rather be gently reclining 
With Beauty, upon a settee. 

With Beauty, upon a settee, 
With Beauty, upon a settee, 
I'd rather be gently reclining, 
With Beauty, upon a settee. 

I'm not much in favor of thieving, 
• At all events, ju t as I feel ; 
But never will work iw a living, 
So long as I'm able to steal. 

So long as I'm able to steal, 
So long as I'm able to steal — 
I never will work for a living, 
So long as I'm able to steal. 



A Connecticut match-maker puts this postscript to 
his advertisement of Superior Friction Matches : 

N. B. — I would here caution the boys not to com© 
to see my darters unless they think of striking up a 
match. Their time is money, for I keep them to work- 
I suppose they must get husbands now while they are 
young, if ever, and therefore you fellers who really 
want wives, come on. But you who only want to joke, 
and take up the gals' time, stay away from the factory, 
if you pleu.se. 



On Board the Steamer. 29 

Aie— " Midnight Hour." 

On board the steamer, homeward bound, 
With joyful hearts and noiseful glee ; 

Good-by ! Good-by ! Shake hands all round 
Then travel o'er the sea. 

Chorus. 
But ne'er forget those pleasant times, 

The mountains high and grizzly bear, 
The good old camp up in the mines, 

The mountains fresh and fair. 

"lis twelve at night, the moon shines bright, 
The ship glides gently o'er the waves ; 

The soul is filled with pure delight, 
And danger boldly braves. 

Chorus. — But ne'er forget, &c. 

"lis mirth and jollity on board — 

The mind runs wild as home draws nigh — 

No- cheerless look, no angry word, 
As womeward bound you fly. 

Chorus. — But ne'er forget, &c. 

Good-by ! good-by! to all again — 
The long and tedious voyage is o'er ; 

Good-by ! good-by i the raging main, 
Long may thy billows roar. 

Chorus. — I Uit ne'er jorget, &c. 



80 War in Camp. 

Am-" Woodman, spare that Tree." 

First Miner. 
Partner, leave that grub, 

Touch not a single bean ; 
For that we've got to play the rub. 

As you Lave acted mean ! 
I bought the mining tools, 

And likewise blankets found ; 
Like many oilier fools 

Took up our mining ground ! 
Second 
You did not buy the tools, 

Nor anything in camp ; 
But did, like other fools, 

Steal them ! you thieving scamp ! 
Our camp is very wide, 

And each will take a 
What grub we've got divide — 

Then neither 
First 
We ought to be ashamed 

For acting as we do ; 
If I by accident gOI lamed, 

What could I hope from yon ? 
Second Miner. 
Well, let us act like men. 

And live within our mean 
But don't you ever try agi 

To stop my eating beans I 



Cattfornia Static Company. 31 

Aik— " Dandy Jim of Caroline." 

There's oo respect for youth or ago 
On board of*a California stage ; 

liif? pull and haul aboul fi 

As bed-bags do among the sheets. 

They started as a thieving line 
In eighteen hundred forty-nine; 
All " opposition : ' they de 

So the people must " root hog or die." 

You're crowded in with Chinamen, 
As fattening hogs are in a 

And what will more a man provoke, 
Is musty plug tobacco smoke. 

Chorus. — They started as a thieving line, &c. 

The ladies are compelled to sit 
With dresses in tobacco spit ; 
The gentlemen don't seem to care, 
But talk on politics and swear. 

Chorus. — They started as a thieving line, &c. 

The dust is deep in summer time, 
The mountains very hard to climb ; 
And drivers often stop and yell, 
"Get out, all hands, and push — up hill!" 

Cftortts — They started as a thieving line, &c. 



82 California Stage Company, concluded. 

The drivers, when they feel inclined, 

Will have you walking on behind, 

And on your shoulders lug a pole, 

To help them through some muddy hole* 

Chorus. — They started as a thieving line, &c. 

They promise, when your fare you pay, 
" You'll have to walk but half the way ; " 
Then add aside, with cunning laugh, 
" You'll push and pull the other half! " 

Chorus. — They started as a thieving line, &c. 

They have and will monopolize 
The business, 'till the people rise, 
And send them " kiteing " down below. 
To start a line with Bates and Rowe ! 

Chorus. — They started as a thieving line, &c. 



A stingy Dutchman, who was very fond of cider, 
and always kept good cider in bis cellar, was once 
called upon by a stranger. Stranger — " I hear. Mr. 
Schneider, that you keep the best cider around here." 
Schneider — " Yaas, I hash good cider — Hans, go draw 
a mug." The boy fetched the cider and handed it to 
his father, who drank it all at a single puil ; then turn- 
ing to his astonished visitor, exclaimed, " Tare, ten — if 
you don't dink dat is coot citer, chust schmell of te 
mug ! " 



The Shady Old Camp. 83 

Am—" Ben Bolt" 

Oh don't you remember the shady old camp, 

That stood by the side of the brook, 
Where we lay on the ground after many a tramp, 

And the fire-place where we used to cook 1 
The shady old camp has gone to decay, 

And the ham bone has dropped from the pin ; 
The roof and the door both have rotted away, 

And the chimney has all tumbled in. 

The roof and the door both have rotted away, 
And the chimney has all tumbled in. 

Oh, don't you remember the cool summer breeze, 

So welcome in June and July, 
And the tahle that stood 'neath the shady ouk trees, 

At the foot of the mountain so high 7 
The table is standing, as when we were there, 

Though not as we often have seen, 
For bu.-hes have grown o : er the ground then so bare, 

And miners have worked our ravine ! 

For bushes have grown o'er the ground then so bare, 
And miners have worked our ravine ! 

Oh, don't you remember the mountains of snow, 

In sight from the camp all the year, 
And the valleys so green, where the wild flowers grow, 

And where we went hunting the deer "? 
The cool little brook where we used to drink, 



84 The Shady Old Camp, concluded. 

Will always be running the same 
As when we were talking of home on the brink, 
Or cursing the day that we came. 

As when we were talking of home on the brink, 
Or cursing the day that we came. , 

Oh, don't you remember the well-beaten trail 

That led from the camp to the spring, 
And the potpies we made of the squirrel and quail, 

And the evenings when we used to sing 1 
The trail aud the spring we shall see them no more, 

Though never forget till we die ; 
The shady old camp, with the ground for a floor, 

Forever, we bid thee good-by ! 

The shady old camp, with the ground for a floor, 
Forever, we bid thee good-by ! 



Doking the recent war in India, a native commander 
captured a lot of English provisions, and among them 
several thousand circular canisters of preserved fresh 
meats and fish. The natives thought these were canis- 
ters of missiles (called canister-shot), and they fired 
them right into the British camp. One of the officers 
wrote home as follows: "For the last two days we- 
have had showers of provisions fired into our fort, such 
as cooked lobster, turkey, chicken and other delicacies. 
Our soldiers are having a feast. The enemy have mis- 
taken our preserved meats lor canister-sliot, and are 
using them for ammunition/' 



And tli'i* he Spoke. 86 

Aib— " The Fatal Separation." 

One stormy night, when winds blew wild 

Around his cabin door, 
A miner sat on a thret tagg'd stool — 

The reason, it had not four. 

Chorus. 
And thus he spoke, while from his eye 

A tear rolled down his cheek — 
" Oh, give me back my little home, 

For that is all I seek." 

" I once possessed a cheerful heart, 

A poor though happy hom^, 
Until misfortune did us part, 

And doomed me here to roam." 

Chorus. — And thus h • ke, &c. 

" The cry of Gold gave h» Ktd, 

A ray of hope appeared ; 
I started in the hellish strife, 

And found it as I feared." 

Chorus. — And thus he spoke, &c. 

" The wind is howling worse and worse — 

I know not what it means, 
Nor do I care a single curse 
GFor I have burned my beans ! " 

Chorm. — And thus he spoke, &c. 



The Unhappy Miner. 

Air— " Old Dog Tray." 

My happy days are past, 

The mines have failed at last, 
The canons and gulches no longer will pay, 

There's nothing left for rne, 

£'11 never, never see 
My happy, happy home far away. 

Chorus. 
Oh, happy home, now where art thou, 

Friends that were kind and sincere "? 
Alas, I do not know, my heart is full of woe, 

Thinking of loved ones so dear. 

I mine from break of day, 

But cannot make it pay, 
Disheartened return to my cabin at night, 

Where rattlesnakes crawl round 

My bed made on the ground, 
And coiling up, lay ready to bite. 

Chorus — Oh, happy home. &c. 

My poor old leaky lamp 

Ts always cold and damp ; 
My blanket is covered with something that crawl 

My bread will never rise, 

My coffee-pot capsize. 
I'd rather live inside of prison walls. • 

Chorus. — Oh, happy -home, &c. 



The Unhappy Miner, continued. 37 

My bob6 are fall of holes, 

Like merchants, have do soles ; 
}h bauds, once so soft, are harder than stoue; 

My pants and woolen shirt 

Are only rags and dirt ; 
And must I live ami die here alone I 

Chorus — Oh, happy home, &c. 

I know how miners feel 
When pigs begin to squeal, 
Or hens on their roosts to cackle and squall; 
It. makes my bl 1 run cold 

To think its all for gold, 
And often wish that Gabriel would call ! 

Chorus. — Oh, happy home. &c. 

It's " Starve or pay tho dust," 

For merchants will not, trust, 
And then in the summer tl • dig are dry; 

Of course then I am broke, . 

Swelled up by poison oak ; 
It's even so, [ really would not lie. 

Clwrus — Oh, happy home, &e. 

I've lived on pork and "beans, 
Through all those trying scenes, 
So long I dare not look a hog in the face; 
And often do I dream 



The Unhappy Miner, concluded. 

Of custard pies and cream ; 
But really it is a quien sale case. 

Chorus. — Oh, happy home, &c. 

If I were home again, 

To see green fields of grain, 
And all kinds of fruit hanging ripe on the trees; 

I there would live and die. 

The gold mines hid good-by — 
Forever free from bed-bugs and fleas. 

Chora*. — Oh, happy home, &c. 



A Yankee and a Frenchman owned a pig in coparfc- 
nership. When killing time came, they wished to 
divide the meat. The Yankee was very anxious to 
divide so that he would get both hind quarters, and 
persuaded the Frenchman that the proper way to di- 
vide was to cut it across the back. The Frenchman 
agreed to it on condition that the Yankee would turn 
his back and take choice of the pieces after it was cut 
in two. The Yankee turned his back accordingly. 
Frenchman — " Vich piece vill you have — ze piece wid 
ze tail on him, or ze piece vat haint got no tail 1 " 
Yankee — " TIk- piece with the tail on." Frenchman — 
''Zen, by gar, rou can take him, I take ze ozer one." 
Upon turning round, the Yankee found that the French- 
man bad cul off the tail and stuck it into the pig's 
mouth ! 



California Bank Robbers. 30 

Are—" Jordan is a Hard Road to Travel." 

The California people are determined if they find 

Another such a band of robbers 
A.-> the banking firm of Adams, from beginning to the 

end, 
They will bang them as they have a lot of rowdies. 

Chorus. 
So be careful all you rowdies and you rich banker 
thi.. 
Or the California people will hang you ; 
So be careful all you rowdies and you rich banker 
thiei 
Or the California people will hang you, 1 believe. 

They agreed among themselves they could easy make 
a pile, 
By stealing all they had on deposit; 
They would do it by a failure, and be honest all the 
while — 
Then a million and a half — what of it 1 

Chorus. — So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 

The merchant rushed in. looking white: than a sheet, 
The miner came tearing like a bull-dog ; 

Poor old washerwomen crying in the street, 
And Johnny Bull croaking like a bull-frog. 
Chorus.— So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 

Women carried round on the shoulders of the crowd . 
Really was a sight very funny ; 



40 California Bank Robbers, continued. 

Legs all bare, though they didn't seem to care, 
They were bound to have a sight for their money. 

Chorus. — So be careful all you rowdies. &c. 

The blind man said to the bankers, " I'm poor — 
Surely, man, you don't intend to rob me ! " 

The Chinaman said, as they kicked him out the door, 
" Me no shabee, John, me no sbabee ! " 

Chorus. — So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 

In came the shad-bellied Yankee, out of breath, 
And he says, " Old feller, goll-darn-ye ! " 

Then along came Pike, saying, " I'll be the death 
Of you bank robbers, dog-on-ye ! " 

Chorus. — So be careful all you rowdies, &c.' 

I. C Woods sabed something very strange, 

So he vamosed, though he knew it wouldn't sound 
well. 

He hid among the hills in the Contra Costa range, 
With a bag of bogus dust — what a scoundrel ! 

Chorus. — So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 

Ladies in the jam now and then were heard to say, 
" Oli, Lordy-inassy, how you squeeze us ! " 

When a Jew got to the counter, he began without de- 
lay, 
" Vel, I vants my money, by Sheens ! " 

Chorus. — So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 



California Bank Robbers, continued. 41 

Frenchmen they were squalking like a flock of hungry 
geese ; 
Vainly did they parley-voo-de-ding-dong. ^ 

Saner-Kraut was looking lor a Justice of the Peace, 
To Bend all the Yankee thieves to Hong Kong. 

Chorus.— So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 

A<lams he declared that his name was just a sale, 
To trive "The House " a wholesome reputation; 

1. C. Wood says they both agreed to fail, 
And swindle all o' God's creation. 

Chorus. — So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 

The bank robber Woods had to hunt another hole, 
For many were determined they would kill him ; 

So he gathered up the money he maliciously had stole, 
And away went the black-hearted villain. 

Chorus. — So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 

Their ' : Receiver " is a thief — you can see it by his looks, 
And the Lord knows what he wouldn't swear to ; 

After fobbing all the money, why he then stole the books, 
And a thousand other things that would scare you. 

Chorus. — So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 

They were thrown into the bay 'bout the middle of the 

night, 
By the long-eared, fish-faced Cohen ; 
And the moment they were found he was quickly out 

of sight, 



42 California Bank Robbers, concluded. 

For he thought it was time to be goin'. 

Chorus. — So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 

Page & Bacon, after Adams, thought they'd make a 
strike, 
Concluded in a hurry they would try it, 

Pocket what they could, go a-kiteing back to Pike- 
Now I wonder if they ever will deny it. 

Chorus. — So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 

Like a great many others, they were taken by surprise, 
When they came to overhaul their pluuder ; 

Instead of half a million they were sure to realize, 
They hadn't stole a dollar, by thunder ! 

Cliorus. — So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 

They were bound to make a raise, so they started in 
again, 

And carried on a wholesale thieving, 
Robbed the orphaD, the widow, the farmer of his grain, 

And were taken with — a very sudden leaving ! 

Chorus. — So be careful all you rowdies, &c. 

If the English and the French cannot take Sebastopol, 
They had better let the job to the Yankees ; 

Uncle Sam will do it cheap, unless he is a fool — 
He could steal it with the California bankers I 

Chortu, — So be careful all you rowdies, &c 



The Happy TWiner. 43 

Air— "I got in a "Weaving ■Way." 

I am a happy minor, I love to sing and dance ; 

I wonder what my love would say, if she could see my 

pants, 
With canvas patches on the knees, and one upon the 

stern ; 
I'll wear them while I'm digging here, and home when 

I return. 

Chorus. 
So I get in a jovial way, I spend my money free, 
And I've got plenty, will you drink, lager beei with 
me? 

She writes about her poodle-dog, but never thinks to 

say, 
" 0, do come home, my honey dear, I'm pining all 

away." 
I'll write her half a letter, then give the ink a tip ; 
If that don't bring her to her milk, I'll coolly " let her 

rip." 

Clun-m. — So I get in a jovial way, &c. 

They wish to know if I can cook, and what I have to 

eat, 
And tell me should I take a cold be sure to soak my 

feet; 
But when they talk of cooking, I'm mighty hard to 

beat — 



4 4 The Happy Jllu/cr. continued. 

I've made ten thousand loaves of bread the d 1 

could not eat 

Chorus. — So I get in a jovial way, &c. 

I like a lazy partner, so I can take my ease, 

Lay down and talk of going home, as happy as you 

please ; 
Without a thing to eat or drink, away from care and 

grief, 
I'm fat and saucy, ragged too, and tough as Spanish 

beef. 

Chorus. — So I get in a jovial way, &c. 

The dark-eyed senoritas are very fond of me, 

You ought to see us throw ourselves when we get on a 

spree ; 
We are saucy as a clipper ship dashing round the 

horn ; 
Head and tail up, like a steer rushing through the 

corn. 

Chorus. — So I get in a jovial way, &c. 

I never changed my fancy shirt, the one I wore away, 
Until it got so rotten I finally had to say, 
«' Farewell, old standing collar, in all thy pride of starch, 
I've worn thee from December till the seventeenth of 
March." 

Chorus. — So I get in a jovial way, &c. 



The Happy Miner, concluded. 45 

No matter whether rich or poor. I'm happy as a clam, 
1 wish my friends at home could look aud see me as I 

am, 
With woolen shirt and rubber boots, in mud up to my 

knees. 
And lice as large as Chili beans fighting with the fleas. 

Chorus. — So I get in a jovial way, &c. 

I'll mine for half an ounce a day, perhaps a little less ; 
But when it conies to China pay I cannot stand the 

press ; 
Like thousands here, I'll make a pile, if I make one 

at all, 
About the time the allied forces take Sebastopol. 

Chorus. — So I get in a jovial way, Sic. 



The father and mother of Mirabeau, the celebrated 
Flinch writer, lived very unhappily together, and finally 
separated, much to the scandal of the Count de Mira- 
beau, pert, who thereupon employed his son to write a 
pamphlet in his defence. For this service, the son re- 
ceived one hundred louis d'ors. The pamphlet re- 
flected somewhat severely upon the conduct of Mad- 
ame, and she upbraided the writer as ungrateful and 
unfilial. "You misunde: stand me, Madame/ said 
Mirabeau, '" I am still your devoted son ; give me one 
hundred louis d'ors and I will earnestly vindicate your 
cause in another pamphlet against Monsieur le Compte, 
my honored father." 



46 A Ripplny Trip. 

Aie — " Pop Goes the Weasel.'* 

You go aboard of a leaky boat, 

And sail for San Francisco ; 
You've got to pump to keep her afloat, 

You have that, by jingo. 
The engine soon begins to squeak, 

But nary thing to oil her ; 
Impossible to stop the leak — 

Rip goes the boiler ! 

The captain on the promenade, 

Looking very savage ; 
Steward and the cabin maid 

Fighting 'bout a cabbage ; 
All about the cabin floor, 

Passengers lie sea-sick — 
Steamer's bound to go ashore — 

Rip goes the physic ! 

"Pork and beans " they can't afford 

To second cabin passengers ; 
The cook has tumbled overboard 

With forty pounds of " sasseng^rs ;" 
The engineer, a little tight, 

Bragging on the Mail Line, 
Finally gets into a fight — 

Rip goes the engine 1 

The cholera begins to rage, 



A Ripping Trip, concluded. 47 

A few have gol the scurvy ; 
Chickens dying in ilieir cage — 

Steerage topsy-turvy. 
When you get to Panama, 

Greasers want a back-load ; 
Officers begin to jaw — 

Rip goes the railroad ! 

When home, you'll tell an awful tale, 

And always will be thinking 
How long you had to pump and bail, 

To keep the tub from sinking. 
Of course you'll take a glass of gin, 

Twill make you feel so funny; 
Some city sharp will rope you in— 

Rip goes your money i 

A Kbktuckian lately visited New York and put up 
at th« A.stor House. When he was ready to leave, the 
clerk asked if he should send up for his baggage. 
" Wall, yes," said he, " it is so far up them dod rotted 
stairs, thai you may send for it." The waiter went up, 
and soon returned, saying there was no baggage in the 
room. " I l->rgot to tell you," says Kentucky, " that I 
put it under n.\- pillow, last, night, there's so many of 
these strikers rGand." " What is it, then 1 " asked the 
waiter. " Why, a bowie-knife and a <• ■ 
wrapped up in a pUce of paper. My revolver I've got 
here, for I allers sleep with that in my side pocket, 
d'ye seel " 



48 I often Think of Writing Home. 

Aib— " Irish Molly, 0." 

I often think of writing home, but very seldom write; 

A letter now and then I get, which fills me with de- 
light ; 

But while I'm here with Romans, I'll do as Romans 
do, 

And let it rip, till I return, and tell them all I knov. 

Chorus. 
For it keeps a man a tannrtpffig round to keep up with 

the times, 
And " peD and ink " is very scarce with people i.n the 

mines, 
And writing don't amount to much, unless yoa have 

the dimes. 

If I would write them every mail I know it would 

them please ; 
But neighbors would then flock around them, like a 

swarm of bees — 
, And great would be the cry abroad that sucA a man's 

a fool, 
And if he was a friend of mine, I'd have nirn sent to 

school. 

Chorus. — For it keeps a man a humping, &c. 

I've half a mind to drop a line end tell them I'm 

alive, 
And watch the California boats yhenever they arrive, 



I often Think- of Writing TT<mr, concluded. 49 

For I intend to home return, whene'er I feel inclined, 
Then drop a line informing thorn I've lately changed 
my mind. 

Chorus — For it keeps a man a bumping, &c. 

I like to live among the bills, and pleasant mountain 

towns, 
And like tbe cities better since they drove away the 

hounds ; 
But were they fit'iy times as fair, for all I would not 

fail 
To be a man forevermore, and write them every mail. 

Chorus — For it keeps a man a humping, &c. 



A farmer in Ohio was sued by an unprincipled store- 
keeper for certain goods sold and delivered. The farmer 
went to a lawyer to defend him, declaring that he had 
never bought a dollar's worth of goods of tbe man in 
bis life. Lawyer — " It is a bad case, then, for I assure 
you he would never sue under such circumstances 
unless be had witnesses to swear to the delivery of the 
goods." Farmer — "What shall I do, then 1 " Law- 
yer — '• You'd better settle, aud save costs, unless you 
can bring witnesses to prove that you've already paid 
the debt.'' The fanner took the hint; and when the 
trial came on he admitted the purchase, declared the 
debt had been paid, and proved the payment of the 
nteney. Thus the villainous store-keeper was beaten 
by his own game. 



50 Sweet Betsey froA Pike. 

Aie — " Villikins and his Dinah," 

Oh, don't you remember sweet Betsey from Pike, 
Who crossed the big mountains with her lover Ike, 
With two yoke of cattle, a large yellow dog, 
A tall shanghai rooster and one spotted hog. 

Chorus. — Tooral lal looral lal looral lal la, 
Tooral lal looral, &c. 

One evening quite early they camped on the Platte, 
'Twas near by the road on a green shady flat, 
Where Betsey, soi - e-footed, lay down to repose — 
With wonder Ike gazed on thai Pike County rose. 

Chorus. — Tooral lal looral, &c. 

Their wagons broke down with a terrible crash, 
And out on the prairie rolled all kinds of trash ; 
A few little baby clothes done up with care — 
'Twas rather suspicious, though all on the square. 

Chorus. — Tooral lal looral, &c. 

The shanghai ran off, and their cattle all died ; 
That morning the last piece of bacon was fried ; 
Poor Ike was discouraged, and Betsey got mad, 
The dog drooped his lail and looked wondrously sad. 

Chorus. — Tooral lal looral, &c. 
They stopped at Salt Lake to inquire the way, 



E tstyfrom Pike, continued. 61 

When Brigham declared that sweet Betsey should Btay ; 

: frightened and ran like a deer, 
While Brigham Btood pawing the ground like a steer. 

Chorus. — Tooral lal looral, &c. 



They soon reached the desert, where Betsey gave out. 
And down in the sand she lay rolling about ; 
While Ike, halt distracted, looked on with surprise, 
Saying, " Betsey, get up, you'll get sand in your eyes." 

Chorus. — Tooral lal looral, &c. 

Sweet Betsey got up in a great deal of pain, 
Declared she'd go back to Pike County again ; 
But Ike gave a sigh, and Lhey fondly embraced, 
And they travelled along with his arm round her 
waist. 

Chorus. — Tooral lal looral, &c. 

They suddenly stopped ou a very high hill, 
With wonder looked down upon old Placerville; 
Ike sighed when he said, and lie cast his eyes down, 
" Sweet Betsey, my darling, we've got to Hangtown." 

C/iorus. — Tooral lal looral, &c. 

Long Ike and sweet Betsey attended a dance; 

Ike wore a pair of his Pil:e County pants ; 

Sweet Betsey was covered with ribbons and rings; 



52 Sweet Betsey from Pike, concluded. 

Says Ike, " You're an angel, but where are your 
wings 1 " 

Chorus. — Tooral lal looral, &c. 

A miner said, " Betsey, will you dance with me 1 " 
" I will that, old hoss, if you don't make too free ; 
But don't dance me hard ; do you want to know why 1 
Dog on you ! I'm chock full of strong alkali ! " 

Chorus. — Tooral lal looral, &c. 

This Pike County couple got married of course, 
And Ike became jealous — obtained a divorce ; 
Sweet Betsey, well satisfied, said with a shout, 
" Good-by, you big lummux, I'm glad you've backed 
out ! " 

Chorus. — Tooral lal looral, &c. 



'A Western preacher who was discoursing on the 
parable ©f Lazarus and Dives, said : " You may think 
it strange, my friends, that our Lord took so much no- 
tice of a poor beggar ; but begging in them days was 
a different kind of thing from our modern begging ; in- 
dividuals of that calling dida't then get from rich men's 
tpi6les, as they do now, little bits of bread, and 'taters, 
and pork, and pickles ; no, my hearers, they got great 
hunks of cake, and plates of pie, and sich things ; hence 
we view, that Lazarus was in danger, when surrounded 
with dogs that might have stolen half his victuals ! " 



That is Even So. 63 

Air " AV'heu 1 can read m> title cK-ar." —(Old style.) 

Wlien first I heard the people tell 

tiding g<">ld in veins, 

I bade my friends a long farewell, 

And started o'er the plains. 

And started o'er the plains, 
And started o'er the plains — 
I bade iny friends a long farewell, 
And started o'er the plains. 

I joined a train and travelled on, 

And all seemed satisfied, 
Until our grub was nearly gone, 

And I got alkalied. 

And I got alkalied — 
And I got alkalied — 
Until our grub was nearly gone, 
And I got alkalied. 

My bowels soon began to yearn, 

My legs began to ache ; 
My only show was to return, 

Or winter at Salt Lake. 

Or winter at Salt Lake, 

Or winter at Salt Lake. 

My only show was to return, 

Or winter at Salt Lake. 



64 That is Even So, continued 

The Mormons kmvv that Uncle Sam 

Had troops upon the route, 
And Brigham prayed the Holy Lamb 

Would help to clean them out. 

Would help to clean them out, 

Would help to clean them out, 

And Brigham prayed the Holy Lamb 

Would help to clean them out. 

The distance then, one thousaud miles, 

Me in the face did stare, 
For Brigham swore no d — d Gentiles 

Agak_ should winter there. 

Again should winter there, 
Again should winter there — 
And Brigham swore no d — d Gentiles 
Again should winter there. 

I reached the mines with " nary red," 

Was treated rather cold ; 
I found no lumps, but found* instead 

I'd been completely sold. 

I'd been completely sold, 
I'd been completely sold — 
I found no lumps, but found instead 
I'd been completely sold, 

I hope and pray that every man, 



That is Even So, eoneludtd. 65 

If mineral lands are sold, 
Will drop his shovel, pick and pan, 
And leave the land of gold. 

And leave the land of gold, 
And leave the land of gold, 
Will drop his shovel, pick and pan, 
And leave the land of gold. 



Ik former years, eels were a staple commodity of 
food among the people of Derryfield, New Hampshire. 
A Down-East poet thus immortalizes the fact: 

Our fathers treasured the slimy prize, 
They loved the eels as their very eyes, 
And of one 'tis said, with slander rife, 
Tor a string of eels he sold his wife. 

From the eels they formed their food in chief, 
And eels were called the Derryfield beef, 
• And the marks of eels were so plain to trace, 
That the children looked like eels in the face ; 
And before they walked it is well confirmed, 
That the children never crept, but squirmed. 

Such a mighty power did the squirmer wield 
O'er the goodly men of old Derryfield — 
It was often said that their only care, 
And their only wish, and their only prayer, 
For the present world, and the world to come, 
Was a string of eels and a jug of rum. 



56 He Ought to Know. 

Air—" Twilight Dews." 

The man who never saw our land 
Kuows more than we do here ; 

So hear him talk one moment, and 
I'll treat to lager beer. 

ffe'd have a different mining rig 
From people now-a-days ; 

As others do he would not dig ! 
But hear him what he says : 

" I've heard them say t'was all in luck, 

But that's all very fine ; 
I'm satisfied — with diggings struck — 

They don't know how to mine. 

" At first I'd try some small ravine, 
Take out an ounce a day. 

I'd show them tlierej weren't as green 
As some of them to-day. 

" I know there's spots and places round 
Which never have been dug, 

And was I there they'd soon be found (1) 
And likewise many a slug ! 

" I'd eat no beans, but pies and cake, 
Avoid those thundering fools ; 

Ami should I go, I'd with me take 
A kit of mining tools. 



to R'uuw. concluded. 67 

" I would not hang around saloons, 

irear thus,- woolen shirts, 
But 'galluses' with pantaloons, 
Instead of saddle girts. 

" If people there were civilized, 

I'd go and stop awhile ; 
And he who'd by me be advised, 

Like me would make a pile ! 



A Hoosior Judaic. — A case was tried out West 
of a merchant sueiug a young man to recover the price 

of some clothing which he had furnished him. The 
debt was fairly proven, when the yonng man sought to 
evade its payment bj ,i-age. "Jess Haw- 

kins! " exclaimed the judge, " you are an infernal ras- 
cal, you good-for-nothing sneak, you! will you stand 
there and plead the baby act and cheat the man out of 
his money, after you've been convolving about the coun- 
try with his goods ! Though the law may favor you, 
I won't stan. I it. I'll not give ichance 

to help you: and if you don't pay over the amount, my 
sou Tom, thar, shall lick you quicker nor a streak of 
greased ljghlnin', before you leave the court-room." 
The counsel for the defendant remonstrated against this 
treatment of his client; bnl a suggestion from the judge, 
that he would be the next victim of his son Tom, unless 
he was "mighty kearful," quieted him, and the young 
mau actually paid over the amount in controversy. 



58 Hangtown Gals. 

Air—" New York Gals." 

Hangtown gals are plump and rosy, 
Hair in ringlets mighty cosy ; 
Painted cheeks and gassy bonnets ; 
Touch them and they'll sting like hornets. 

Chorus. 
Hangtown gals are lovely creatures, 
Think they'll marry Mormon preachers ; 
Heads thrown back to show their features — 
Ha, ha, ha ! Hangtown gals. 

■ They're dreadful shy of forty-niners, 
Turn their noses np at miners ; 
Shocked to hear them say " gol durn it ! " 
Try to blush, but cannot come it. 

Chorus. — Hangtown gals are lovely creatures. &c. 

They'll catch a neighbor's cat and beat it, 
Cut a bean in halves to eat it ; 
Promenade in silk and satin. 
Cannot talk, but murder Latin 

Chorus. — Hangtown gals are lovely creatures. &c. 

On the streets they're always gr'iin':.g; 
Modestly they lift their linen ; 
Petticoats all trimmed with laces, 
Matching well their painted faces. 

Chorus. — Hangtown gals are lovely creatures, &c. 

To church they very seldom venture — 
Hoops so large they cannot enter ; 
Go it, gals, you're young and tender, 
Shun the pick and shovel gender. 

Chorus, — Hangtown gals are lovely creatures, &c. 



TJie Minor's Dream. 59 

lily." 

TIip miner when he goes to sloop, soon begins to snore ; 
Dreams about his friends at home, whom he may see 

no more ; 
A lovely wife or sister dear be may have left behind ; 
Perhaps a father old and gray, a mother good and kind. 

Now will you. say will yon. listen while I sing 
A song that's called the miner's dream 1 
'Twill joy and comfort bring. 

His boyhood years return again, his heart is tilled with 

"joy- 
Is rolling hoops or playing ball as when he was a hoy. 
'Tis winter time— he s skating now, of which he was so 

fond ; 
'Tis summer now — he's swimming in the old familiar 

pond ! 
Chorus. — Now will you, say will you, &c. 

His boyhood days are past and gone, for now he is a 
man — 

Ts going to California to try the pick and pan ; 

Bright visions now of happiness are dancing o'er his 
mind; 

Disturb him not, but let him dream so long as he's in- 
clined. 
Chorus. — Now will you, say will you, &c. 

His mind is home among the fields of wheat and yellow 

corn — 
v Sits down beneath an apple tree, all shady in the morn ■ 
But moraine comes — and at his door a neighbor gently 

knocks ; 
He wakes, and finds himself in bed among the hills and 
rocks. 
Chorm. — Now will you, say will you, &c. 



60 Then Hurrah for Home. 

Air—" A Few Days." 

I'm going home to stop awhile ; 

Farewell ! Farewell ! 
Before I go we'll take a smile, 

Then hurrah for home ! 
These hanking thieves I will not trust, 

Farewell ! Farewell ! 
But with me take my little dust, 

Then hurrah for home ! 

Oh, won't I have some high old times, 

Farewell ! Farewell ! 
Telling yarns about the mines ? 

Then hurrah for home ! 
I'll leave this world of rags and dirt, 

Farewell ! Farewell ! 
And wear a plug and ruffle shirt ! 

Then hurrah for home ! 

I'll put on airs like Harry Meiggs, 

Farewell ! Farewell ! 
Live on oysters, ham and eggs, 

Then hurrah for home ! 
I'll sink enough to pay my fare, 

Farewell ! Farewell ! 
Return when tired of staying there, 

Then hurrah for home ! 

Chorus. 
Although I like the diggings, 

Farewell ! Farewell ! 
Although I like the diggings, 

I'm going to leave ! 
For I can't always be with you, 

Farewell ! Farewell ! 
For I can't always be with you, 

Then hurrah for home I 

•) 



The Steam Xavipation Thieves. 61 

Am—" Walk ye in." 

The only legal swindle which the people cannot sever, 
Is i he Bteamboat imposition on the Sacramento river, 
It would rarely be a blessing if the company would 

tail ; 
Then should any other organize, ride them on a rail. 

' 'li< * run. 
Remember now! remember now! remember what I 

say ; 
Keep your hands upon your money, or they'll rob you 

on the way — 
Keep youi hands upon your money, or they'll rob you 

on the way — 
If you don't believe it, try it, either to or from the Bay. 

They have robbed a world of people, still there's none 

thai say a word, 
For if ever they were passengers, they'd be thrown 
%. overboard ; 

If they start an opposition, then eight out of every 

nine 
Will support the imposition of the combination line. 

'horus. — Remember now ! remember now ! &c. 



When you start from Sacramento and get stuck upon 

the sand, 
All you have to do is jump ashore and foot it up by 

land. 
If the devil ever gets them, he will Tat them every 

soul, 
In the lowest pits of purgatory, there to shovel coal. 

— Remember now ! remember now ! &c. 



62 The Sensible Miner. 

Aih — "The Irish Emigrant's Lament." 

I'm raining in a dry ravine, 

That may not pay at all ; 
I've duo- a long and fancy drain, 

To sluice through in the fall ; 
But should the rain hold off till late, 

And keep me in suspense, 
I'll write a line and tell dear Kate, 

My hide is on the fence. 

"When I have filled my pockets with "rocks," 

I'll live an easy life ; 
I'll buy an Allen pepper-box, 

Likewise a bowie-knife. 
No man shall rob my camp at night, 
No, even he weighs a ton ; 

I'll show that miners are some on the fight, 
And a " right smart chance " on the run. 

The money " I'm looking for ! " troubles me now, 

And unless I should build a balloon, 
To send it safe home I've no idea how, 

No more than the man in the moon. 
'Twould never arrive should I send it by mail, 

For they'd steal it and spend it for beer, 
And sharpers would swindle me some way or fail, 

So I think I'll enjoy it here. 

I've never done anything here I regret ; 

Hard work and I cannot agree ; 
Like other poor devils Im hugely in debt ; 

But don't be alarmed about me — 
My debts will outlaw, and then I shall be free 

With the world, as I'll be when I quit ; 
Then dress and appear like a rich millionaire — 

Like Brigham, " I'll git up and git." 



Mining Localities Peculiar to California. 



Jin Crow Canon, 
Happy Valley, 
Ground Hog's Glory, 
B >d Dog, 
Hell's Delight, 
Jackass Gulch, 
Devil's Basin, 
Bogus Thunder, 
Ladies' < lafion, 
Dead Wood, 
Last Chance, 
Miller's Defeat, ' 

Eye, 
Greenhorn Canon, 
Loafer Hill, 
Puke Ravine, 
Shanghai Hill, 
Mad Canon, 
Phig-head Gulch, 
Shirt-tail Canon, 
Guano Hill, 
Slap Jack Bar, 
Skunk Gulch, 
Rattlesnake Bar, 
Quack Hill, 



Snow Point, 
Wild Cat Bar, 
Paradise, 
Nary Red, 
Dead Mule Canon, 
Blue-Belly Ravine, 
Gas Hill. * 
Dead .Man's Bar, 
Wild Goose Flat, 
Sluice Fork'. 
Ladies' Valley, 
Brandy Flat, 
Shinbone Peak, 
Graveyard Canon, 
Gridiron Bar, 
Seven-up Ravine, 
Gospel Gulch, 
Ilen-Roost Camp, 
Loafer's Retreat, 
Chicken-Thief Flat, 
Lousy Ravine, 
Humpback Slide, 
Hungry Camp, 
Lazy Man's Canon, 
Swellhead Di°t!in>zs. 



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Mining Localities, $c, concluded. 



Coon Hollow, 
Murderer's Bar, 
Whiskey Bar, 
Pepper-Box Flat, 
Poor Man's Creek, 
Poverty Hill, 
Nigger Hill, 
Humbug Canon, 
Greasers' Camp, 
Seventy-Six. 
Bloomer Hill, 
Christian Flat, 
Piety Hill, 
Grizzly Flat, 
Rough and Ready, 
Hog's Diggings, 
Rat Trap Slide, 
Ragtown, 
Brandy Gulch, 
Pike Hill, 
Sugar-Loaf Hill, 
Liberty Hill, 
Port Wine, 
Poker Flat, 
Love-Letter Camp, 



Mud Springs, 
Logtown, 
Cayote Hill, 
Skinflint, 
Git-up-and-git, 
Poodletown, 
American Hollow, 
Gopher Flat, 
Yankee Doodle, 
Gold Hill, 
Stud-Horse Canon, 
Horsetown, 
Pancake Ravine, 
Bob Ridley Flat, 
Petticoat Slide, 
Centipede Hollow, 
One Eye, 

Cbncklehead Diggings, 
Nutcake Camp, 
Push-Coach Hill, 
Mount Zion, 
Seven-by-nine Valley, 
Puppytown, 
Barefoot Diggings, 
Paint-Pot Hill. 



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